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Chapter 8:
Epilogue:
It had been a year, and things were going great at the Prison.
Rick had gotten in touch with Sargent Abraham Ford, who had come and taken blood samples from me.
When he realized what was in my blood.
He quickly made up a cocktail and immunized the whole group, babies included.
Their bodies had responded differently.
But they all passed the fever stage, and were immune.
How did we know this?
My Daryl had so much faith in me that he got injected and then went to prove his point and got himself bit just to see if it worked.
Thank Goodness it did.
He then took some more blood and explained how human contact would spread the cure, like sharing drinks and such.
He said he would take the cure to Washington.
Apparently there was a small station there, working on the cure, and they were now able to broadcast as much as possible.
I looked at Daryl as Abraham left.
"So, did we find that hope you were talking about?" I asked.
Daryl nodded.
"I think finding hope was easier than we thought." He said.
I smiled. I knew now was the perfect time to tell him.
"Hey Daryl?" I asked.
"Yea?" he asked.
"I think I can give you just a little more hope." I said.
"How so?" He asked.
I took his hand and placed it on my stomach.
"Really?" he asked.
I nodded.
Daryl swooped me up and kissed me with a holler.
Rick and some of the gang rushed over to see if something was wrong.
Daryl waved to them.
"Nah, we are fine! I'm going to be a daddy again!" he said.
Rick smiled.
I could tell he was reminded of Lori, but was happy for us.
"Congrats." He said.
I smiled and kissed Daryl.
"Looks like things worked out." I said.
Daryl nodded and kissed me.
"Yea, looks like it." He said.
THE END
