Yoooooo guys I'm back! Sorry it's been sooo long, but I just got out of school today for Winter break! :D So I took the evening and wrote this! Enjoy! :)
S/N: I know now, that the Mexican prisoner's name is Tomas, not Romeo, but because I'm a lazy bastard I decided to just roll with Romeo :) Hope you don't mind!
Unknown POV
He was desperate. He'd been left out to die, to be torn apart by those freaks. And it was all that Atlanta guy's fault, as well as that bitch's fault too. He thought he'd die in that courtyard, but he was wrong.
It wasn't easy, but he'd survived. He managed to get out. And the fresh air let him think of a clear plan, a plan for revenge on that scumbag group that just walked in like they owned the place.
He managed to find a deer that'd been torn up by some geeks and dragged it back to the prison; leaving half of it on the ground, the other half strung up.
While the two walkers were distracted by their meal, he ran to the gate. By some higher power up above, he'd found an axe to break the lock that Atlanta set up. Two, three tries and the lock fell to the ground. Looking around, he placed the deer's heart at the entrance. More walkers would smell the food, and the prison would be overrun. That'd show Atlanta.
Clary's POV
I woke up the next morning, realizing I slept in.
"Fucking hell." I muttered, sitting up and looking for some clothes.
I then remembered why I slept in when I looked down and saw I was nude.
"Guess we had fun last night." I chuckled, looking at the nearly empty bottle of whiskey beside the bed.
Once I was dressed I found Lori looking in on Hershel.
"Morning sleepyhead." Lori smiled.
I returned the smile. "Morning. How's he doing?"
"Better. He should pull through." Lori said, sounding hopeful.
"Where's everyone?"
"Out taking care of things." she stated, touching her stomach.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, the baby's kicking pretty hard." She amended.
"Look in on Jamie for me? I'm gonna see if Rick needs any help." I asked, munching on a granola bar.
"Of course."
I nodded and walked towards the cellblock door to go outside.
When I found everyone, they were staring at the east guard tower.
"Morning." Carol greeted.
"Need any help?" I asked, looking at Rick. I stole a glance at Daryl and blushed.
I was then interrupted by T-Dog. "Rick!"
We all turned and saw what he saw. The two prisoners who'd survived clearing their cellblock looked at us.
Rick strode towards them, T, Daryl, and I hot on his heels.
"That's close enough." He stated with disgust. "We had an agreement."
White guy, who seemed to always have his arms crossed, looked at us. "Please mister, we know that. We made a deal…but you gotta understand, we can't live in that place another minute, ya follow me?"
I watched as Maggie and Glenn walked out behind these guys.
"All the bodies, people we knew…blood, brains everywhere; there's ghosts!" Whitey continued, seeming genuinely afraid.
"Drag the bodies out." Daryl said.
"Should be burning them." T-Dog finished.
"We tried! We did!" White guy pleaded.
"Fence is down on the far side of the prison. Every time we drag a body out those things just line up. We drop a body and just run back inside." Oscar explained.
"Look, we had nothing to do with Romeo and Andrew, nothing!" White guy said, getting desperate. I'd never seen this guy talk this much.
"You tried to prove a point. You proved it, bro. We'll do whatever it takes to be part of your group, just please, please…don't make us live in that place." He finished.
I looked to Rick. These two guys seemed the least hostile out of the prisoners we'd met, but I wouldn't feel comfortable with them being around Beth, or Jamie, or Carl, or any of our group. They were outsiders.
"Our deal is non-negotiable. You either live in your cell block or you leave." Rick told them.
Oscar then looked to his buddy. "I told you this was a waste of time." And then he stared at us. "They ain't no different than the pricks who shot up our boys."
"We know you're not used to things yet. I don't think any of us will ever be used to this…but you ought to have some gratitude. We found you guys. Showed you how to kill these fuckers!" I stated, pointing to a rotting corpse. "Even helped you clear out a space to live."
"You saying we should be grateful for all this?" He asked, flinging his arms out. "You know how many friends' corpses we had to drag out this week? Just threw them out like—these were good guys; really good guys who had our backs against the really bad dudes in the joint, like Romeo and Andrew." Oscar stated.
"Now we've all made mistakes to get in here, chief. And I'm not gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe me, we paid our due; enough that we would rather hit that road than to go back into that shithole." He finished.
I looked to Rick, who was intently staring back at the prisoners. It pained my heart seeing this play out. I knew people like these prisoners, before the world went to hell.
Rick turned and looked to Daryl. I did too. All he did was shake his head. These guys more than likely weren't gonna be allowed in our group.
Daryl locked the gate as our group had a quick meeting. T was okay with them living with us. Glenn was unsure about Axel, and Carol was flat out against this.
"It's just been us for so long, they're strangers. It feels weird having other people around." Maggie said quietly.
"You brought us in." T told her.
"You turned up with a shot boy in your arms. We had no choice."
"They can't even kill walkers." Glenn pointed out. But that really was irrelevant. They could learn.
"Those two might have less blood on their hands than we do." T said to Rick.
Then Daryl spoke up. "I get guys like this. Hell, I grew up with 'em. They're degenerates, but they ain't psychos. I could've been in there with them just as easy as I'm out here with you guys."
"Same here." I said, crossing my arms. "Shit, before all this happened, I stayed in and out of jail. I met people like these guys, and they helped me stay alive while serving time. They ain't bad, just made mistakes."
"So you with me?" T asked Daryl.
"Hell no. Let them take their chances out on the road, just like we did."
"And you, Clary?"
I bit my lip. "If Oscar was by himself and that shit hadn't happened when we cleared out their cell block, then I'd say yes. But too much has happened. I got bad vibes. Sides' Glenn's right about Axel. He's too unstable. Say something happens and he freaks? He could go berserk and hurt someone."
Rick then told us about a case he'd dealt with when he was a policeman—some kid, 19, who stabbed his girlfriend and suckered the jury into being found not guilty. Not two weeks later the same kid shot another girl.
"We've been through too much. Our deal with them stands." Rick finished.
Glenn, Rick, Carl, me, and Daryl all walked back to the fence to tell the prisoners that their fate had been decided. They weren't coming into our group.
"Move the cars to the upper yard. Point them facing out. They'll be out of the way and ready if we ever need to bail." Rick said, as Daryl threw Glenn a pair of keys.
"And we'll get the prisoners, a weeks worth of supplies for the road." Rick continued.
"They're not gonna last a week." T voiced.
"Their choice." Rick reminded him.
I ran ahead to help Glenn with the gate as everyone began moving their vehicles.
I watched as Axel talked to Daryl. Daryl seemed a little annoyed at the guy. It made me chuckle a bit as he just road past the prisoners.
"I didn't know you'd been in jail before." Glenn told me as we started locking the gate back.
"Didn't need to mention it before."
"What were you locked up for?"
I sighed. "You really don't wanna know, Glenn."
"Yes I do. I have a right to."
I then glared. "Why? You think I'm a threat?"
"I'm just curious, okay? This whole thing will stay between us."
I bit my lip. "Fine. You really wanna know? The first time I got arrested I was 16. I'd nearly beaten this girl's skull in. She had to have minor surgery to reconstruct part of her skull. Then when I was 19 the cops busted me for a broken taillight; then found out I was high as fuck on ecstasy. At 22, drunk and disorderly. After that, I got a bunch of overnight assault charges, mostly bar fights, and then a few shoplifting charges. Happy now?" I asked, feeling really upset. I shouldn't have to discuss the past with anyone.
"Clary I'm sorry, I didn't know." Glenn amended. He looked kinda shocked.
"That's right, Glenn, you didn't. And I'm not mad at you, but please, if you have a conscience at all, please don't say anything to anyone; especially Jamie. I know she likes spending time with you and Maggie. But she's still a kid. She doesn't need to know that her sister was…is a horrible person. As far as she knows, I was a straight A student, never got in trouble, and moved away." I told him.
"You're not a horrible person Clary. You just made some mistakes, we all do." He said as we started walking back.
"Maybe so." I mumbled back.
Jamie's POV
"Why can't we do something around here? I'm tired of sitting on my ass." I muttered as I sat up from drawing.
Carl looked at me as I stretched. "Well, my gun hasn't been cleaned in a while."
I thought for a moment. "Mine hasn't either, come to think of it."
"Let's go clean them then. It'll give us something to do."
Carl grabbed his weapon and I got mine, taking them to the stairs to clean them.
Not long after we'd started cleaning them, Lori and Beth came walking in. Lori had a pair of crutches. Beth looked at us, mainly Carl.
Carl blushed like a damn tomato and smiled at her. I smirked.
"Hay Beth." I waved.
She waved back. "Hay Jamie, Carl."
Once she and Lori were out of ear shot I nudged Carl. "You like Beth, you like Beth!" I sang out, laughing.
He went about ten shades redder and glared. "No I don't."
"Don't deny it, Carl, you're in love." I said over dramatically, just for laughs.
This time he laughed too. "I'm gonna check on Hershel. Mom said he was awake this morning."
"Alright. Tell him I said 'hi'." I said, sitting back down to clean my gun.
He nodded and left me by myself. That's how things always were. I was getting used to being alone. I was too old to be coddled and worried about, but I was too young to be out there really helping the group. Rick was putting more trust in Carl, but Clary still didn't have much trust in me. It pissed me off. Didn't she get that I wanted to help? But deep down I know she just wants me safe. But safe doesn't help the group. If Carl and I hadn't gone on that run, Hershel could have died! I smiled thinking about the run. I felt proud I'd actually done something to help.
Clary's POV
Glenn and I offered to take the prisoners their supplies. Just before we left, Daryl stopped me.
"Be careful. Guys like these are desperate. Don't know what they might do."
I smiled a bit. "I know, Daryl. Don't worry though. Glenn and I will be fine."
He glanced at Glenn and nodded to him. "I'm sure you will."
We then shared a quick hug and kiss before I ran to catch up with Glenn.
"There's enough food there to last you guys a week. We'll cut you loose when we get back." Glenn told them as I unlocked the gate.
He handed the men their supplies.
"Thank you bro." Axel said honestly.
"And thank you lil lady." Oscar chimed in.
I looked at them. "If I were you, I'd use this time to make a plan. It won't be a few hours before sunset. Walkers get harder to spot in the dark."
Glenn and I started walking off. "Sit tight."
It wasn't long before we joined Rick, and Daryl.
"Everything go okay?" Rick asked.
"Yeah. They seemed…grateful." Glenn told them.
We then saw walkers wondering throughout the second layer of fencing.
"Should we take them out?" I asked Rick.
"No. It's not hurting anything right now. Sides' we need to save the ammo."
"I'll start making runs; sooner the better." Daryl told Rick.
"Gather as much wood as you can without making a run. Then we'll build a fire." Rick told us.
"Won't a fire attract more walkers?" Glenn asked. "Maybe we should burry them."
"We're behind a fence. It's worth the one time risk to get rid of the bodies for good. I don't wanna be planting crops in walker rotted soil." Rick explained.
I then dropped back to talk to Daryl. "I'm going back to the cellblock; check in on Jamie. Maybe see if Maggie and Carol need some help."
He nodded. "Might be best. We're gonna be out here a while."
I squeezed his hand lightly. "If you run into trouble, come get us."
The walk back to the main prison area wasn't that long. I approached it, as Carol was pulling in her Cherokee.
The cellblock door opened, Lori holding it open for Hershel. Beth, Jamie, and Carl were following him.
Hershel looked up and saw me. I smiled at the sight of him. "Well, Clary, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He grinned.
I walked up to him and hugged him.
"You look good, Hershel. Glad to see you up and moving." I told him.
"It feels good to be moving." He replied.
I walked to Jamie and gave her a hug. "What'd you do today hun?"
She sighed and looked upset. "Just cleaned my gun. Then reorganized the food…then reorganized it again…and maybe again."
I chuckled at my lil sister. The boredom was oozing off her. "Don't worry. There's plenty to do around here."
"You cleared all those bodies out?" Hershel asked.
"Rick and the others are gathering wood to burn them." I told him.
He nodded, still looking around. "It's starting to look like a place we could really live in."
"Watch your step. Last thing we need is you falling." Lori told him.
Our little caravan of people followed Hershel around the courtyard. Everyone saw he was up and were excited for him.
We stopped by the fence. Lori and I both looked out at our men. I grinned when I caught the smallest hint of a smile on Daryl's face. His smiles were something this world needed.
Just then Jamie turned and yanked on my arm so hard I thought she'd break it.
"What the—." I then understood what was wrong.
"Walkers!" Carl yelled out.
Beth and Lori started panicking.
"Beth! Get Hershel back inside!" I commanded. She nodded and started running with her dad.
Without hesitation, Carl climbed up on the picnic table and started shooting. Lori started shooting as well.
I pulled out my gun and aimed at the oncoming walkers. Jamie coward behind me for a brief moment then stepped out and aimed her gun.
She put aside her fear and started shooting. I only prayed that we'd make it. The walkers were gaining and the rest of the group was really too far away to help us.
I spared a glance to the right and saw that Maggie, T, and Carol were dealing with walkers too. Where the hell did they all come from?!
I then saw why we had so many walkers inside. The gate to the rest of the prison was open!
"Jamie go with Hershel! He's almost at inside! I want you to wait in there!" I screamed.
"No! I'm fighting!" She yelled back. I bit my lip and kept firing my gun.
Maggie then screamed for Lori. She then looked at me. "Take Carl and Jamie! Go! I'll keep these guys busy!" I yelled over the moans of the undead.
I then grabbed Jamie and shoved her to Lori. Carl grabbed her hand and they ran ahead to Maggie with Lori behind them. At least my sister would be safe.
I continued shooting when T-Dog and Carol whizzed by me. Carol screamed for me to come with her but I refused.
"The gate's gotta be shut or we'll have more walkers on our asses!" I yelled to them. "Go! I'll distract them while you get the gate shut!"
T ran towards the gate as I cleared a path for him. Where was Rick, Glenn, and Daryl!?
Just then a walker charged me. I was overpowered and fell to the ground. Shit!
The walker was at least 50 lbs. heavier than me and smelled horrible. My gun had fallen out of my hand and I couldn't quite reach my knife.
Tears of rage, panic, and fear filled my eyes. "Get off me!" I screamed as I grabbed its neck and rolled. I ended up on top of it and started bashing its skull into the ground.
I then got up and started knifing every fucker in sight. It took longer to do, but saved ammo, plus I wasn't sure where my gun was.
"No!" I heard someone scream.
I looked towards the sound and saw Carol screaming. T-Dog was being attacked by walkers.
"No!" I screamed as well, jamming my knife into the nearest walker's skull.
The next instant I looked up, Carol and T were gone. Did they get bitten and torn apart? Did they make it inside?
Rage built up in me and I started going berserk, killing every walker I could. My knife, and body were covered in blood and guts.
I couldn't think, I couldn't even scream. I was so enveloped in my rage that I didn't even hear the gunshots that broke out around me.
Someone then grabbed me, making me drop my knife. I screamed out, then realized it was Daryl. That's when everything hit me.
"Easy now." He whispered to me. "I got you."
That seemed to pull me out of my rage. Tears flowed down my face, but I wiped them away.
"Th-they got T. He's bit." My heart broke that he'd been bit.
"Shh." He mumbled, kissing my shoulder.
Rick then started screaming to Beth about Lori.
That made me focus on Jamie.
"Jamie. I have to get Jamie!" I started saying catatonically.
Daryl helped me stand up and then we heard something no one wants to hear during an apocalypse—noise; a lot of it.
"Who the fuck turned the sirens on?!" I yelled out.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Daryl yelled too. We were all pissed and stressed and…well, ready to kill.
I glanced around. "Walkers are gonna be on us in seconds! We gotta shut that damn thing off!"
Rick then threw Daryl some keys and aimed his gun, not at the walkers, but at the sound system near the roof. Of course!
Glenn did the same thing…but the noise wouldn't stop!
"What the fuck?!" I yelled in anger, fear, and frustration.
Rick then ran to the two prisoners. "How the hell can this be happening?!"
Oscar and Rick then started screaming about back up generators and shutting them off.
"Come with us!" Rick yelled, grabbing him.
Jamie's POV
Carl and I lead the way through the basement of the prison. It was dark and sirens were sounding from outside.
I wondered if Rick and the others had set them off, or if…someone else had. After all, there were prisoners here.
Lori then made a weird sound and we saw that she was leaning against the wall. Maggie ran to her.
"You gotta keep up."
"Something's not right." Lori explained.
"You bit?!" Carl asked.
Lori then sank to the ground. I watched one side of the hall for walkers while Carl watched the other.
"The baby's coming!" Lori panicked.
Just then about a dozen walkers came down the hall.
Maggie lead Lori away while Carl cleared the way. I brought up the rear, making sure no walkers bit us.
Lori then began crying out in pain. I shot a walker that was getting too close to us. Carl then led us down another hallway that wasn't crowded with those freaks.
"In here!" He called out, gesturing for us to get inside a dark room. From what I could tell, it was a boiler room.
Once we were all in, Maggie was helping Lori. We waited quietly for the walkers to pass us.
And then Lori gripped a chain, nearly falling to the floor in pain.
Clary's POV
Rick shot a walker, screaming for Lori and Carl.
"Rick! Screaming's not gonna help!" I told him, but he ignored me.
Daryl then ran into the cell, grabbing his arrow. "Took down 5 of them in there!"
"There were four in here, but no sign of Lori or any of them!"
Rick was convinced someone was after us. I felt he was right. Sirens don't just cut on by themselves, and walkers don't cut chains.
All of us ran to the generator room to shut the sirens off. That would at least stop the attraction of walkers.
Jamie, please be alive. I'll find you, baby.
Jamie's POV
"Lori let's lay you down." Maggie said, trying to help her.
"No, the baby's coming now."
What?! In the middle of this shitstorm? Yep, we had to be cursed.
"We have to get back to our cellblock and have Hershel help—." Carl started to say.
"No! We can't!" I said without thinking.
"She's right." Maggie said. "We can't risk getting caught out there. We're gonna need to give birth to this baby here."
Maggie then started taking Lori's pants off and laid her down to give birth.
"You're gonna need to help birth your little brother or sister, you up for it?" Maggie asked Carl.
He just looked at her like she was crazy.
I lightly squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. He seemed really scared.
Lori stood up and started pushing and screaming. Lori helped her, while I ran to the door to make sure no walkers got in. Carl just stood there with his gun, nervous.
Maggie screamed for Lori not to push, and withdrew her hand, which was covered in blood.
Tears threatened to fall. I wanted my sister.
Clary's POV
It was pure chaos. Walkers were popping up faster than we could take them down. Our only hope was to outrun them.
Rick then led us to the generator room. He and I scanned the area for walkers, while Daryl and Oscar held the door shut so the geeks couldn't get in.
"How do you shut this thing off?" Rick asked.
Oscar ran to help Rick, which left Daryl as the only person to hold the door. I slammed myself against it, helping him and hoping Rick and Oscar would get this thing shut off.
Out of nowhere I saw sparks flying and Rick stumbling. I saw a dude attack our leader. No one could help him though. Oscar was shutting the sirens off, and Daryl and I were holding the doors.
"I can't hold it much longer!" Daryl gritted out.
"I can't either!"
He then glanced at his crossbow.
"When I jump back, you jump back, then get behind me!" He commanded. I nodded my head and waited.
And suddenly I was the only on holding the door. I quickly jumped back, and got behind Daryl. He aimed his crossbow at the walkers, taking them down. Rick was still fighting the unknown guy.
Once Daryl took out the two walkers, he slammed the door shut. We both watched as Oscar threw a barrel across the room and aimed a gun at the guy attacking Rick.
We finally saw who the guy was…Andrew! My blood began boiling just thinking that he caused T-Dog's death, and maybe others.
"Shoot him!" Andrew said, trying to persuade Oscar to kill Rick. "We can take back this prison!"
It was tense for a while. Oscar wasn't sure what he wanted to do.
"What are you waiting for? Do it!" Andrew, the shit head told him.
Without missing a beat, Oscar moved the gun to the left and shot Andrew right in the head.
Daryl handed me his crossbow while he sneaked up on Oscar with a knife. If Oscar made one wrong move, he was a dead man.
But there was no need. Oscar flipped the gun around and handed it to Rick. Rick took it and killed the sirens.
Everything was quiet.
"Let's go."
Jamie's POV
Maggie got Lori to lie back down when she began passing out.
"Mom, mom look me. Look at me. Keep your eyes open." Carl spoke to his mom.
I glanced out the door. So far, there weren't any walkers around.
"I know what it means, and I'm not loosing my baby…you gotta cut me open." Lori mumbled. My stomach dropped. That was a death sentence. She'd loose too much blood and die, and that's even if she survived the shock. We didn't have any medical equipment.
"No. I can't." Maggie said adamantly.
"You don't have a choice."
Carl then got up, ready to go get Hershel or Carol.
"Lori, I don't have any anesthetics, no equipment."
"But Carl has a knife." Lori said quietly.
"You won't survive." Maggie told her.
"My baby has to survive." Lori said.
She then started begging Maggie to perform the C-section. Tears brimmed my eyes. I didn't wanna lose anyone else.
"You see my old C-section scar?" Lori asked Maggie.
Maggie looked ready to cry too. "I can't."
"You can." Lori said between labored breaths. "You have to."
Lori then grabbed Carl's arm. "Baby, I-I don't want you to be scared, okay? This is what I want. This is right. Now you, you take care of your daddy for me all right? And your little brother or sister. You take care of them."
"Why do I have to do this?" Carl asked, nearing tears.
"You are gonna be fine." Lori reassured him. "You are gonna beat this world. I know you will. You are smart, and you are strong, and you are so brave; and I love you." You could hear her voice crack.
"I love you too." He said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"You gotta do what's right. You promise me, you'll always do what's right. It's so easy to do the wrong thing in this world. So if it feels wrong, don't do it, alright? If it feels easy don't do it, don't let the world spoil you!"
Both Carl and Lori started crying. I teared up as well. This was the last time Carl would see his mom.
They both shared an emotional hug, and I couldn't stop the tears. Maggie looked over at me, and motioned for me to come over. I did so and she hugged me, kissing the top of my head. All four of us couldn't contain our sobs.
Once they finished their hug, Lori looked to me. "Jamie, sweetie, don't cry. It's gonna be okay, you hear me."
I nodded, trying to wipe my tears. "You're going to look after Carl for me, keep him out of trouble." She said, wiping her own tears.
"And listen to your sister. She loves you like I love Carl, and wants nothing but the best for you." She continued.
"I wish you didn't have to do this!" I cried.
Maggie wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
"But I do, and it'll be okay. This baby's gonna make it, and I trust you guys to get it back to the group."
We all nodded, wiping our tears. Lori let out a groveled cry and spoke to Maggie. "Maggie when this is over, you're going to have to—."
"Shh"
"It can't be Rick!" Lori cried out.
Maggie agreed and Carl handed her the knife. I stepped back and watched as Maggie cut Lori open.
Instantly, Lori began screaming. I had to turn away as I started crying more. This was just too much.
"Stop! You're killing her!" Carl cried out uselessly. He knew she would die no matter what.
And then all was quiet. I looked back and saw that Lori had passed out.
"Carl, give me your hand." Maggie instructed him. I watched as they worked to deliver the baby.
The delivery didn't take long. Maggie held it in her arms, but my stomach felt weak looking at it. It's face seemed frozen in a silent cry.
"It's not crying. Tap it to wake it up!" I told her.
And she did so, tapping its feet, then stomach. It still wouldn't wake up. She then flipped it over and tapped its back. A small cry resounded and I was breathless.
I then ripped off the t-shirt I'd been wearing, stripping down to my tank top. I handed the shirt to Maggie and she wrapped the baby in it.
Carl took off his jacket and Maggie double wrapped the baby in it.
"We have to go." Maggie said to both of us. I stood up and looked to Carl.
"We can't just leave her here. She'll turn."
Maggie then reached into her jeans for her gun. Carl was still upset and had a tear fall from his face.
"No."
"Carl,"
"She's my mom." He told her.
I understood and Maggie and I walked away to let Carl lay his mom to rest. This all felt so unreal. I felt numb.
I then looked outside the boiler room and saw a few walkers. Maggie and I quickly retreated back inside, just before we heard it.
I grabbed Maggie's hand as I heard the gunshot ring out. I broke out in tears once more, then looked for Carl.
But it wasn't Carl who returned to us. I'm not sure who it was. It looked like Carl, but his face was hard, he had no expression on his face, and he just walked past us.
We followed him, attempting to find our way back to our group.
Clary's POV
It was a long walk back from the generator room. We stopped to kill a walker, but it turned out to be Glenn and Axel.
Rick led us down another hallway and shot two walkers who were feasting on a fresh body. They hadn't touched the face, so we knew it was T-Dog. I bit my lip to keep from letting the tears fall. He was dead because I didn't kill the walker before it got him.
Daryl then called our attention to a piece of clothing. It was Carol's scarf.
"No." I mumbled quietly, overcome with grief. Carol was one of the best people I'd met in this group. Whenever I needed to talk to someone, she understood.
The tears I'd been holding back fell down my face and I turned to punch the wall. I did it several times, until Daryl touched my waist.
"If the others are alive, they'd go back to the cellblock." Glenn said to us. I didn't really care though. I shut down mentally and emotionally. Daryl lead me back to the courtyard. We all ran to where Hershel and Beth were.
"Hershel!" Glenn yelled out.
"You didn't find them?"
"We thought maybe they came back out here." Glenn said.
Both Beth and Hershel shook their heads.
"What about T? Carol? Jamie?" Hershel asked. We all went silent and I just leaned my head on Daryl's shoulder. All I could think about was my sister. I'd more than likely lost her forever.
"They didn't make it." Daryl stated.
"That doesn't mean the others didn't! We're going back! Daryl and Glenn, you come with me." Rick commanded.
But then he stopped. I even lifted my head and looked around. I could have sworn I heard a baby's cries.
One look at everyone else, and I knew I wasn't going crazy. A baby was crying.
I looked and saw Maggie carrying something. Carl was following her, and so was…Jamie!
"J—Jamie. Jamie!" I tried yelling out. My knees went weak and I ran to her. She ran to me and I fell to the ground hugging her.
"Baby I love you. I love you so much. I'm not letting you go okay." I whispered. She nodded as tears fell down both our faces.
Just then a hand touched my shoulder. I looked up and Daryl was looking at us. He pulled us to our feet and held tight to us.
I then looked at Jamie…and Maggie for that matter. Why were they covered in so much blood?
"Baby, what happened in there?" I asked Jamie.
She started breaking down again and I kneeled down to hold her. "Lor—Lori went in—into labor and Maggie—delivered the b—baby."
"Then where's…" The look on Jamie's face answered my question.
"Oh, baby come here." I said, hugging her tighter. She cried into my shoulder, and I didn't blame her. I felt like crying too. We'd lost at least three people today.
Glenn went to Maggie who was trying to hold it together. And Carl just stared at the ground. Rick figured out what was going on, and it hit him like a ton of bricks. He started grieving right in front of us.
I held Jamie close to me, letting a few tears fall from my face, but she ran from me and embraced Carl. He didn't even flinch though.
I turned to Daryl and buried my face in his chest. This was just too much right now.
We returned to our cellblock, worn, drained, and emotionally dead. This day was supposed to be a good one, a day to build our new lives, but instead it turned into a day we'd remember as a death day.
I stumbled onto the mattress, not really feeling anything. I felt so…disconnected. It was the only way I could cope with the pain.
I had retreated so far into my head that I didn't realize Daryl was beside me. Cool water hit the skin of my arm.
I was brought back and saw that Daryl had a wet cloth over my arm.
"What're you doing?" I asked, not really processing anything.
"Cleaning you up. Making sure you ain't bit or scratched." He said quietly.
I just fell over and laid my head on my pillow.
"Hay, hay it's gonna be alright. We're still alive. Jamie's alive too." He said quietly, gently rubbing my arms with the wet cloth, washing away the blood, grime, and dirt.
I closed my eyes. "I could have died. Jamie could have died. T-Dog's dead because of me! And probably Carol too."
"Hay, don't start that. T-Dog's dead but it ain't your fault. It's the walkers' fault. They bit him. You couldn't have saved him if you wanted to. And don't say Carol's dead. She's alive and I'm gonna keep searching till I find her, or her body." He said, taking my hand.
I nodded and continued lying down. I was just tired…so tired.
"Daryl, please lie here with me. Please. I need you." I whispered.
He nodded, putting away the cloth and water. He then got comfortable and put an arm around me.
I turned over so I was facing him. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. He was here. He was alive…and I…loved him?
I woke up a few hours later in the middle of the night. Nightmares of what had happened during the walker attack plagued me. I couldn't sleep, but I heard Daryl lightly snoring. On impulse I got up and sneaked from our little area. I wanted to check on Jamie.
As I neared Jamie's cell, I could hear crying. Not wanting to wake anyone, I refrained from calling out my sister's name.
I walked to the cell and listened. Jamie was definitely crying.
"Jamie, baby. It's Clary." I said, just loud enough for her to hear. I then walked into the cell. The moonlight lit the room up for me to see what was going on. And it wasn't good.
Jamie was sitting on the floor, her knife in her hand. Blood was running down her arm.
"Oh no no no no hunny. Shhh." I said, running to her and wrapping her arm up. I had to get the bleeding under control.
"Jamie why did you do this?" I asked, feeling like a part of my heart was ripping out of my chest.
"I—don't wanna—fight anymore." She mumbled through her sobs.
I hugged her tight, wrapping the wounds up in gauze. Thankfully she hadn't cut too deep.
"Baby, don't you do this to me—to Daryl—to the group. We need you. I know you didn't ask for this but I need you to keep fighting for me. I love you and you just gotta stay strong." I said as tears filled my eyes.
She finally nodded her head. "I'm sorry."
"It's gonna be okay." I said, getting her to her feet and lying her down on her cot.
She laid down and started shivering. I moved her over and laid down with her.
"It's gonna be okay. I love you. I'm not leaving you alone." I whispered, kissing her hair.
She held my hand and eventually we both fell asleep, utterly exhausted.
Wow! I hope you guys liked this chapter! :D Also, I have an announcement... I have a youtube account, channel/UCmDZ0ae-0cCtXbVam_-FEqw and on it I've made two TWD tribute videos. 1 for Carl, and the 2nd one for Daryl ;) Check them out and let me know what ya think!
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