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It was nice to hear nothing for a change. For the first time since the pandemic, Carol leant her head back and with eyes closed against the blackness, dissolved herself in the silence. The footsteps and accompanying groans for the walkers had long done, and with it her fear. Yes, she could die here peacefully, locked away from everyone else with a smile on her face. The others would have got to safety and they had Rick; he would secure everything, make sure they were okay. They would forget about her for the most part, only flitting across their minds every now and again, just a gentle reminder of the times they brought smiles to each other's faces, and she would be with Sofia soon.
She didn't know how many days had gone by when she finally heard movement from outside her little room. She didn't even know if it had been days. All she know what that her throat stung with thirst and her eyes so dry from dehydration that she could barely open them.
This was the end, she knew it. She bowed her head in prayer, prayer that it would come before the door was pried open by the hungry bundles of rotten flesh on the other end. The group is fine, they have Rick and he will have his baby. Poor thing, so cute. Breathe deeply. Maggie and Glenn, so happy. They might have a baby too. Families, new civilisation. Hope for the human race. Hope for them all.
Hope… She breathed in deeply. Daryl.
She smiled weakly, or attempted too as the door finally gave way.
The light broke through, so bright she would have winced away if there was any energy left to do so but she had waited the last of it on the smile. Glancing up she saw his face framed with light like he was a prince out of a fairytale. Come to take me to heaven, she through with joy and humour.
Strong arms closed around her, lifting her like she was nothing. Secure, safe for the first time she could remember. She buried her head into his chest. Warm, soft. Carry me to heaven Daryl, keep me safe until we are there. Take me to Sofia. Soft hands soothed the back of her arms, his sweet voice muttering to her lightly, carrying her into unconsciousness.
The light faded out, her eyes closed.
Continue to Part Two.