Carol awoke late that morning, pain ripping through her lower body. Contractions. She was having contractions. Her face contorted in pain and she sucked in a sharp breath. She wasn't do for another month. Her eyes started to tear and she howled for Daryl.
" Daryl! Get Hershel! The babies. They're coming!" Carol pressed her hands to her stomach and groaned in pain. Her body curled in on itself and Daryl scrambled out of bed, getting dressed and stumbled out of the room, running downstairs with fear and anger in his eyes, how dare the world fuck him over and send his wife into labor early.
" Hershel! Ya gotta come quick, the babies are coming!" Daryl was already rushing back up the stairs.
After a long night of pain and tears and anger Carol lay in bed, sobbing. Two small bodies were in her arms, chests rising weakly, eyes struggling to open. Her children were dying in her arms. Rick and the others were hurrying to get to the incubators, but Carol knew they'd be too late.
" I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
