A/N: I thank all who have reviewed, they have really been great and are keeping me going, so please enjoy these missing scenes to the recent Season Two chapter, please Read & Review.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or characters I'm just having fun with them
Warnings: Violence, Blood and Gore, Bad Language, Suicidal thoughts and Attempted Suicide.
POV: Lori
Especially For Me
It's been a week since I went off on my own and got in that car accident, a week since Rick, Hershel, Glenn and Daryl came back with an injured man named Randall, and a week since Beth collapsed. She's come out of her catatonic state, but she's very depressed, hardly eats, won't talk to anyone, Maggie's concerned. Maggie and I were in the kitchen fixing her lunch, the rest of us had eaten not long after Rick and Shane left with Randall to drop him off a safe distance.
The rest of us figured out what had happened between Maggie, Glenn and Daryl during that dreadful day. They no longer shared a tent, and Daryl was not speaking to Maggie, him and Glenn were trying to make it work to get back to where they had been, and Maggie had backed off to be just a friend. It was obvious she was trying to make it up to Daryl but he wasn't having any of it.
I cut the chicken while Maggie was cutting the vegetables. "Rick say anything to you about Glenn when they got back from town?" Maggie asked out of the blue.
"Just that it had gotten pretty bad." I informed her as I put the chicken on the plate.
"He's not the same." Maggie mentioned, I grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip. "Say's he froze. Lori, did you…You and the others know?" Maggie asked.
I looked at her. "Yes, we know he's pregnant." I confirmed.
"I didn't know, when I-when I kissed him I didn't know." Maggie said as she arranged the vegetables on the plate, some cut up tomato and cucumber.
"You know now, that's what matters."
"Glenn says we're friends but he's keeping me at a distance."
I turned around and grabbed a tray. "Can you blame him?" I asked.
"No, I guess not, I just, I've apologized a million times what more do they want." Maggie whined. I set the tray on the table as I looked at her, and then moved near the sink to grab a napkin, knife and fork as I started to explain things.
"Maggie you kissed Glenn, you knew he was with Daryl and you kissed him anyways. You've realized you screwed up, but now you have the pay the piper, you have to earn their trust. Especially Daryl's, he's not as forgiving as Glenn, in fact he can be downright spiteful, you just have to ask yourself what are you willing to do to get into his good graces'." I took a slice of cucumber.
"What should I do?" Maggie asked as I leaned against the counter, and she poured a glass of tea setting it on the tray for Beth.
"Beg, plead, be a big girl and show him, assure him that what happened with Glenn, will never happen again." I informed her as I took a bite.
"Let me just get this to Beth." Maggie said as she started to walk around the kitchen table.
"You go on. I got it." I assured her as I finished my cucumber and picked up the tray, the conversation was over and now Maggie had some serious making up to do with Glenn and Daryl.
I turned and with tray in hand I headed to the bedroom Beth's been staying in since she collapsed. I adjusted my hold on the tray with one arm as I opened the door with the other. "Knock, knock." I announced as I walked in. Beth moved to sit up as she looked at me; I set the tray on the bedside table.
"How about this—you, uh—you eat up all your food, we'll get you up and out of here and go take a walk what do you say?" I asked, we've been having trouble getting her to eat, and she hasn't left the room in a week, a little sun shine would do her good. "It'll do good to be outside."
She didn't look at me, just straight ahead as she spoke. "You and Glenn are pregnant. How could y'all do that?" She asked.
"Uh, we don't really have a choice." I informed her, Glenn really didn't have a choice. I mean I knew I could get pregnant, but he had no idea. Total surprise.
"You think it'll make a difference?" She was monotone as she spoke, there but disconnected.
"Of course it will." I assured her, truth was I had no idea, I hoped, I prayed. All I could do was go on with this baby, me and Glenn. "You eat something." I gave her a small encouraging smile and then walked out closing the door.
I waited an hour before going back to Beth to collect the dishes. I knocked on the door before I entered; I looked and saw her tray, the food now cold. "Couldn't eat a thing, huh? You're gonna—" I paused as I looked at her, seeing her crying.
I moved from the door and knelt next to the bed where she was sitting. "Hey." I said softly. "I know how hard it is. I tried for days to reach my mom, get her on the phone. I can only assume—"
"It's just so pointless." Beth said.
"Oh. You have Maggie, your father, Patricia and Jimmy. And you've gotta stay strong for them. I wish I could promise you it would be all right in the end. I can't, but we can make now all right. And we have to." I encouraged her.
She finally looked at me, tear stained face and sad eyes as she said. "Thank you." I gave her a small reassuring smile.
"I'll be right back. We'll go take that walk." I said as I stood up. I ran my hand over her hair, then turned and picked up the tray; I shut the door as I took it back to the kitchen. I exhaled deeply as I set it next to the sink, everything Beth was going through, was heart breaking. I set the tea on the counter and then threw the napkin off to the side as I held the fork. I looked at it and realized the knife was missing.
I turned and went back to the room, I opened the door. "Beth?" I asked, she was lying down with the covers up to her shoulders. First I had hoped it had just fallen off, so I knelt and looked around the bedside table, it wasn't there.
I stood back up. "You give it to me sweetheart. You don't wanna do this." I told her. She moved the covers down and held it out to me. I took it then left, I put it in the kitchen, before I ran out the door to find Hershel and Maggie.
I ran to our camp. "Andrea, have you seen Maggie or Hershel?" I called as I got closer to Andrea's post on top of the RV.
"I haven't seen Hershel, but I saw Maggie a little while ago looking for Daryl and Glenn. Maybe 20 minutes ago." Andrea informed me.
"Could you find her for me? I've gotta get back to the house." I said urgently.
"Of course." She promised. I turned and ran back to the house; I didn't want to leave Beth alone right now. She was liable not to just hurt herself, but to also take her own life and I'd never forgive myself if I let that happen.
Andrea got back with Maggie maybe fifteen minutes later and I told her what happened, she left to go speak with her sister, for a little while it was quit, I was sitting on the counter next to the sink, Andrea was leaning against the other one across from the table. Neither of us said anything as we started to hear Maggie and Beth screaming at each other.
"Where's Hershel?" Andrea asked.
"He doesn't want to find out yet." I told her as I ate a cucumber. "It's a family affair we'll let them work it out."
"That's working it out?" Andrea asked of the continued shouting match.
"When Beth stops fighting, that's when it's time to worry." I told her as I hopped off the counter. Andrea looked at me as we heard Maggie loud and clear.
"You are being so selfish!"
"This could've been handled better." Andrea said.
"How so?" I asked as I moved to the table in the middle of the kitchen and started to clear the dishes moving them to the sink. Andrea sighed.
"You shouldn't have taken the knife away." I stopped what I was doing and looked at her with disbelief, when someone wants to commit suicide you don't aid them, you keep watch, and try and help them through it.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You were wrong, like Dale taking my gun, that wasn't your decision." The shouting was getting quit. "She has to choose to live on her own. She has to find her own reasons." I covered the plate that had Beth's untouched food and moved to put in the refrigerator.
"Want me to tie a noose for her?" I asked sarcastically.
"If she's serious, she'll figure out a way."
"Doesn't mean I can't stop her or let her know that I care." I moved back to the sink, and put the fork and knife in the drawer.
"That has nothing to do with it, Lori. She only has so many choices in front of her, and she believes the best one is suicide."
"That's not an option."
"Of course it is. She doesn't need to be yelled at or treated like a child." The screaming had stopped.
"She needs a loaded gun, right?" I asked. "You'll understand if I don't send you in there."
"I came through it."
I put the rest of the dirty plates and bowls in a stack and moved them to the sink. "And become such a productive member of the group. Let Maggie handle this her way."
"I contribute. I help keep this place safe." Andrea defended. I looked at her from wiping off the table.
"The men can handle this on their own; they don't need your help." I informed her as I threw the dish rag on the other side of the sink.
"I'm sorry, what would you have me do?" Andrea asked a little disgruntled from my comment.
I turned around and faced her. "Oh, there's plenty of work to go around."
"Are you serious? Everything falls apart; you're in my face over skipping laundry?"
"Puts a burden on the rest of us, on me, Carol, Patricia and Maggie. Cooking, cleaning and caring for Beth. And you—" I shook my head and shrugged. "You don't care about anyone but yourself, you sit up on that R.V., working on your tan with a shotgun in your lap." I may have been out of line at the time, but in that moment all I saw was a woman creating more problems than solving.
"No, I am on watch against walkers. That is what matters, not fresh mint leaves in the lemonade." She shot back at me as she leaned forward her hands on the table.
"And we are providing stability. We are trying to create a life worth living."
"Are you kidding me?" Andrea asked indignant.
"Look, I went after Rick, I took down two walkers. Don't act like you're—"
"After crashing Maggie's car." Andrea interrupted. I may have been acting high and mighty at the time, like I had it all figured out and together, truth was I didn't.
"The only one who can take care of herself." I finished.
"Ever apologize for that?" She asked.
"Crashing her—" I looked down and shook my head, I felt bad about that, and no I never did apologize. "You're insane." I was angry, with myself, with her, with the situation. With Rick, 'cause he was gone again while all this stuff was happening he was off somewhere else either getting attacked by walkers or humans, these days I didn't know which.
"No, you are." Andrea accused, she continued. "And you're the one that's self-centered, the way you take it all for granted."
I looked at her and pointed out the window as I said. "My husband is out there for the hundredth time. My son was shot." I moved closer, getting in her face as I continued my voice rising. "Don't you dare tell me I take this for granted."
"You don't get it, do you? Your husband came back from the dead, your son too. And now you've got a baby on the way. The rest of us have piled up our losses—me, Carol, Beth—" I didn't want to hear anymore, I turned my back on her as she continued. "But you just keep on keeping on."
"We have all suffered." I said as I stopped next to the refrigerator.
"Playing house, acting like the queen bee, laying down rules for everybody but yourself. You know what? Go ahead. Go in there and tell that little girl that everything's gonna be okay, just like it is for you." I crossed my arms over my chest as I looked in another direction as Andrea continued. "She'll get a husband, a son, baby, boyfriend." I looked at her then, she'd finally figured out what had gone down between me and Shane, for the longest time she had no idea. She finally got clued in.
"She just has to look on the bright side." Andrea finished. She sighed as she turned and walked away. I stayed there for a long time thinking. About the past, the future, now, it was all screwed up, our lives; none of it was perfect, especially for me.
POV: Beth
To Live
It was maybe ten, fifteen minutes after Lori took the knife away from me that Maggie showed up. Lori had told her what I had been about to do. "Are you crazy? What if dad finds out?" She asked.
"What's he gonna do? Kill me for committing suicide?" I asked, I should feel bad about that, being raised as a Christian it should pain me to think of killing myself but it didn't. I wanted to die, that day, that week I had nothing to live for and no reason to go on trying.
Maggie walked over and sat down on the bed across from me. "Stop being such a brat. He'd die. So would I." I didn't say anything so she continued. "This isn't just about you. We all lost mom."
"We'll lose each other and I couldn't stand that." I told her.
"So you give up?" She asked. I didn't have anything to say to that, she could see the answer in my eyes. It wasn't long before Maggie and I started to fight, yelling at each other, she didn't understand, I wanted to give up.
I don't remember everything that was said, I do remember that she was screaming at me, and I just yelled at her. "I want it to stop." She shouted at me about being selfish. I shouted back. "You don't understand!"
"Of course I do!" She screamed.
"I don't care. I won't do anything." I screamed at her, wanting her to just leave me alone.
We shouted some more, I forget all that was said, but one thing does stand out in my mind, when Maggie accused me of being selfish. "You are being so selfish!" We shouted a few more minutes and then just ran out of steam, I had nothing left to say, and Maggie calmed down.
Maggie sat back on the bed, and looked at me. "Mom would be ashamed to learn she raised such a coward. What about dad Beth?" Maggie asked.
"He's clueless. He had us waiting for a cure." I told her.
"He knows he was wrong."
"When has dad ever admitted he was wrong?" I asked. "He's just telling Rick's group what they want to hear."
"And Jimmy?"
"We went out for three months and now I'm married to him?"
"And me? You could do that to me? I can't take another funeral."
"You can't avoid it. What are we waiting for?" I asked, I thought for a second, and then said. "We should both do it."
"What?" Maggie asked shocked.
"At the same time, help each other."
"No."
"It's hard to do it. No one want's to but—" Maggie interrupted as she grabbed my hand.
"No, please don't."
I continued. "We can do it so it's peaceful, easy."
"Stop talking like that." She begged.
"Our choice, and then it would be over. Or we'll be forced to do it when the farm and this house is overrun. No one can protect us."
"That's not true."
"Who, Glenn? They won't even talk to you right now." Maggie looked shocked at that, I heard them this morning, I wasn't def. "I heard what happened. Rick will save his family, the others too. We're alone. You, me, Patricia, with only dad and Jimmy against the whole world of those things." We weren't part of Rick's group, we didn't have that protection, we were alone and I was scared.
"I don't wanna be gutted. I wanna go." I told her through gritted teeth. "In this bed tonight with you beside me." Maggie didn't respond. "Please."
Maggie and I sat there for several more minutes when there was a knock on the door, and it opened a crack. Maggie got up to talk to Andrea who stood partially in, partially out. "Hey." Maggie greeted, they spoke softly but I still heard 'em.
"You can't sit on top of her." Andrea whispered.
"I can't leave her by herself."
"You're gonna have to." Maggie shook her head, Andrea looked at me; I looked away then.
"You're exhausted. Go get some air, I'll sit with her. Go ahead. Wash up, get something to eat. I got it."
"Okay. Thanks." The door opened further and Maggie left, leaving Andrea in her place. Andrea closed the door behind her, then moved and sat in the chair across from me with a sigh.
I looked at her as she just watched me, not speaking. "Aren't you gonna say something?" She shook her head. She moved with another sigh and got out of the chair and walked to the opposite door.
She opened it then looked at me. "Is this what you want?" She asked. I didn't answer her as I looked at the bedding. "The pain doesn't go away. You just make room for it." She walked out then, leaving me to decide for myself.
I heard her open the front door and walk out, the door slammed behind her. I was alone, so I stood up and walked into the bathroom, it wasn't long after I had shut the door that I heard Maggie's voice calling my name. I couldn't help it as tears ran down my cheeks I sobbed, she called my name again. I wanted to die, or so I thought.
I broke the mirror over the sink with the tooth brush holder, and then I picked up a piece of the glass, Maggie started calling my name and pounding on the door.
Lori walked in then. "Maggie?" She asked; I could hear them through the door as I sobbed when I made the first cut and stopped, I couldn't do it. And I felt so scared, I couldn't let them in.
"She's in there I heard glass." Maggie informed her. She continued pulling on the knob as I sobbed.
"Beth, you all right?" Lori asked.
"Don't do this, Beth, don't do this. Open up, please." I heard movement, I knew they were looking for a way in, but all I could do was hold my bleeding wrist and cry.
"God, I left her with Andrea." I heard Maggie tell Lori.
"Where's the key?" Lori asked.
"I don't know." Maggie told her. She moved from searching and started to jiggle something in the lock of the door, I assumed a hair pin since it wasn't the key, that I had with me.
"Beth honey, please open the door." Maggie begged. "I'm not mad, I'm not mad, Beth." She promised, but I wasn't sure I could believe that. I had every reason to think her and my dad would be so mad at me, neither were, they were mostly concerned and worried.
"Maggie." Lori said, I don't know what they were doing, a few seconds later I heard something being jammed against the door, later I was informed it was a poker from the fire place. It took a few seconds, but soon the door was pried open.
I turned around then, holding my left wrist as it bled, tears running down my face. "I'm sorry." I sobbed, Maggie moved to embrace me, and hold me close, and I leaned against her.
"Okay, it's okay." She assured me as she put one arm around my shoulders, and her other hand on top of mine and we rushed out to find our dad, he was just getting finished examining Glenn when we came up, Glenn stayed with me calming me down as dad stitched me up. Daryl who'd been with Glenn, left to inform the others what had happened. I realized when I made that cut, I didn't want to die. I made a choice that day, and to this day I don't regret it. I regret a lot of things, but that one, to live, was no one of them.
POV: Maggie
They Pave the Way To Hell
I asked Andrea if she'd seen Daryl and Glenn after I left the house while Lori took Beth her lunch. Andrea pointed me in the right direction, it didn't take long to find them, I heard the laughter die down as Daryl looked up at me while I was still in the distance; Glenn stopped his chatter as he noticed and looked at me as well. I saw him close a book and put it in his pack as I walked up.
"What do you want?" Daryl asked gruffly.
"I want to talk, that's all." I told him.
"Maggie now's not a good time." Glenn said, Daryl agreed.
"It's been a week, and for a week all I've heard is now is not a good time, when is a good time. I want to talk to Daryl; I want to work this out."
"Forget it, in my book never is a good time." Daryl told me. "Glenn head back to camp; I'll be right behind you."
"Okay. I love you." Glenn told him, Daryl just nodded as he watched Glenn walk off.
He turned to me. "Talk." Daryl ordered.
"Fine, I'm sorry about kissing Glenn, I shouldn't have kissed him the second time once he told me about you two; I was—"
"You were stupid, that's what you were. You thought you were better than me and you couldn't understand why Glenn would choose me instead of you, forcing his hand to tell you about the baby, now you listen to me. Glenn is mine, that baby is mine, and as far as you're concerned. Your ego, your pride, your shit is not my problem, as for your apology. Shove it up your ass." Daryl turned and started to walk away.
"Daryl, damn it, won't you just hear me out." I begged as I followed, I was angry I just wanted him to listen.
"No." He shouted at me. I grabbed his arm to stop him, and felt a surge go through me as I wanted him to talk to me. He screamed in pain, as he collapsed, I let him go.
"Daryl." I asked, scared and concerned. Glenn came running back.
"What happened?" He asked as he stopped and knelt next to Daryl.
"I don't know, I wanted him to stop walking away, to talk to me, I touched him and felt a surge of power go through me. I think I did this, I caused him pain." I told him in a rush.
"I'm fine." Daryl grunted as he started to get with Glenn's help. Andrea showed up then.
"Everyone alright?" She asked as she walked up to us.
"We're fine." Daryl looked at me; I wasn't going to say anything, whatever that was, it wasn't normal. Turns out, I had a mutation to.
"Good, Maggie, you need to come back to the house." Andrea informed me. I was afraid something happened with Beth; I followed her back to the house and found out my sister almost killed herself. I went to the bedroom to talk to her.
Beth and I talked; I did most of the talking, and everything Beth said I didn't agree with. We had a shouting match for a while and she even suggested I kill myself with her. Andrea came to the door and offered to watch her while I stepped out, after what happened with Daryl and Glenn and now this with Beth I needed a breather.
Unfortunately when I came back, the door was open, Andrea and Beth were gone. "Beth?" I called softly; I checked one side of the bed then moved to the other getting worried. Suddenly I heard sobbing from the bathroom connected to the room. "Beth?" I called again as I walked to the closed door. I heard the sound of braking glass and just knew she'd broken the mirror and was going to cut herself. "Beth!" I called as I tried the knob and found the door locked and started pounding on it.
Lori walked in then. "Maggie?" She asked; I was sure I looked as scared as I felt.
"She's in there I heard glass." I informed her. I continued pulling on the knob as she sobbed.
"Beth, you all right?" Lori asked.
"Don't do this, Beth, don't do this. Open up, please." I begged, and then moved from the door to find the key as Beth continued to sob.
"God, I left her with Andrea." I informed Lori, as I started looking through the glass containers on the dresser for the key.
"Where's the key?" Lori asked.
"I don't know." I moved to the top drawer trying to find it. I found a hair pin, I moved back to the door.
"Beth honey, please open the door." I begged. "I'm not mad, I'm not mad, Beth." I promised, and I wasn't mad, I was concerned, scared, worried, but I wasn't mad. Lori looked around the room and moved to the fire place grabbing a poker and rushing back.
"Maggie." Lori said, I moved back and she pushed the poker near the doorknob where the door meets the frame and started to pry it open. "Hang on." Lori said as he moved to get a better grip on the poker. In just a few seconds there was creaking and the door swung open.
Beth turned around, holding her left wrist as it bled, tears running down her face. "I'm sorry." Beth sobbed, I moved to embrace her, and held her close.
"Okay, it's okay." I assured her as I put one arm around her shoulders, and my other hand on top of hers and we rushed out to find my dad, he was just getting finished examining Glenn when we came up, Glenn stayed with Beth calming her as dad stitched her up. Daryl who'd been with Glenn, left to inform the others what had happened.
With Beth being cared for I headed outside to find Andrea, Lori followed as we exited the house. Daryl must've told her 'cause she was running up as I was walking down the porch steps. "Where were you?" I asked.
"I heard, is she all right?" Andrea asked.
"She would be if you had stayed with her, where were you?" I asked again, I wasn't happy; actually I was downright pissed with Andrea.
"How bad is she?" Andrea asked, as she looked at Lori who answered her question.
"It wasn't deep."
She looked relieved. "She wants to live, she made her decision."
"She tried to kill herself." I yelled at her.
"No, she didn't." Andrea assured me.
"My father is stitching her wrist right now."
"She'll live." She moved to go inside, I blocked her path.
"Stay away from her. From both of us. Don't you dare step foot inside this house again." I never wanted Andrea near my sister.
She looked at me, then Lori, she turned around and walked away. I walked back up to the porch when Lori spoke. "I'm not gonna say she was right, but Beth has made her choice. She wants to live and now she knows it. And sometimes you have to cross the line." I didn't say anything more as I walked back into the house to check on my sister.
And suddenly I realized a little how Daryl felt, he didn't want me anywhere near Glenn after what I did, and at the time I was blind, but Andrea had good intentions wanting Beth to realize that she wanted to live by giving her the choice to die. I had good intentions as well, or so I had thought at time, believing Glenn had been better off with me, then Daryl. Neither action was right, and neither action had truly good results, but Andrea and I, we were very much alike, we did what we did out of good intentions. And you know what they say about good intentions.
POV: Randall
He Was Right
While those guys, Shane and Rick were so busy beating on each other, I started crawling to get to the knife. I had my back to 'em as I used my bound legs and arms to propel myself forward, I finally got close enough, I rolled onto my back and grabbed the knife with my hands, I bent my legs and started cutting the rope around my ankles when I heard a crash, I turned and saw the window to the building had been broken open.
I got back to cutting trying to free myself as I heard roamers falling out of the building. Several chased after Shane, the guy that tried to shoot me, as they were passing me one stopped. It use to be a girl, she looked at me and started coming straight for me. I was frantically cutting the bindings around my ankles.
It was getting closer, growling and snarling as I whimpered in fear trying to get loose. Finally I had to roll myself out of the way knocking the roamer down in the process. The rope snapped when I did that freeing my ankles, I got to my feet. It looked up at me snarling. I took my foot and kicked its arm breaking it and sending it to the ground.
That bought me some time as I moved to one of the trucks there and started to lift my leg so I could get my hands in front of me. It was still crawling weakly to get to me, I struggled as I got my legs behind my hands and a short minute later I had my hands in front of me, I took a grip on the handle of the knife. I started to taunt the roamer. "Come on, bitch, let's see what you got."
I shuffled from foot to foot, then moved around her as she was about to take a bite out of my leg, I raised the knife and with a grunt I thrusted the knife through the back of her skull not once, not twice but several times, blood splattered on me, the knife and the ground beneath her. I left the knife in her skull as I started to walk away.
I moved through the cars when I saw a gun pointed at me, I jumped and tried to run but Rick caught me and forced me to the ground, I knew then, I wasn't getting out of this alive, they were going to kill me. I just didn't really know how to get out of it, my fate was sealed last week when I shot at them for defending themselves, when I fell off that roof and got stabbed in the leg with a fence. I didn't want to die then, I didn't want to die now. My father always said I'd end up in the gutter somewhere if I kept trusting the wrong people, he was right, I was never a good judge of character.
POV: Shane
Was Mine!
I was so angry, Rick wouldn't kill the bastard, so I would, but he stopped me. We got into a fight and in that moment I wanted him dead. I threw that wrench wanting to kill him, but I missed and let a building full of walkers lose. One fell out and attacked Rick, he killed it easily, then others fell out, he pulled the walker he'd just killed on top of himself hiding, but I was out in the open. I turned and ran. I was chased by several, I was hurting, and running on empty as I went around cars trying to find an escape.
I saw the bus with its side door open and made a mad dash for it, getting in and closing it behind me, there was no lock or latch, so I used what strength I had left to shut it on the walkers trying to get at me. The fight with Rick had drained me and the pain killers I took that morning had worn off, so my muscles were aching something fierce, and I was bleeding from the wounds Rick had inflicted, not that I didn't give as good as I got.
I looked down and saw a few fingers from a walker I had closed the door on. I screamed and grunted and panted I was trapped, there was no way out, not unless I wanted to risk getting bit. I pulled out my pocket knife as they were pounding on the door. I put the blade to the palm of my hand as I said. "Okay." I sliced myself, and then rubbed the blood near the opening of the door.
I let up some and they opened the door a fraction, one geeks head came in licking up the blood I had left. "You want some of that?" I screamed. Then taking the knife I jammed it into the top of its skull.
As the walker thumped to the ground I laughed. "Oh shit." I realized Rick's way worked. As I stood there with my back to the door keeping it shut with the walkers pushing on it, I looked out the front window and saw Rick with the kid heading around to where we'd left the car. I put my hand on the window, wishing he'd stay, come back, and help me out. I didn't expect him to; after all I did just try to kill him. If it had been me, I wouldn't have come back, unfortunately for both of us, Rick wasn't me.
"Rick. No, man." I muttered. "Come back, man." He looked at me as they disappeared around the building. I looked at the empty seats, covered in clothes, trash, even a baby seat I had sen earlier when I'd first checked it out for walkers. I was trapped, and there was no one to save me, or so I had thought.
I was losing my grip on the door, I was too tired and in too much pain. I hit my palm to get more blood against the door jamb to take out another walker. "Yeah, you like that?" I screamed at it. Then jammed my knife into her forehead, as she fell my knife got stuck and I didn't take the time to pull it out as I closed the door again before I got bit.
Now I was really screwed as I had no knife, my strength was almost depleted and I had nowhere to run. I turned around facing the door as I pushed against it shutting it once more. But I wasn't sure for how long.
I turned my back on it using my feet and legs to help push up against it, when I heard my name, I looked out the front window and saw the VW bug driving through the fence gate, straight to me, the kid behind the wheel and Rick sticking his head out yelling my name. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
Rick started screaming for me to go to the back door as he shot round after round at the walkers. I didn't hesitate as I moved from my position at the front door, which poured in with walkers the moment I did and ran for the back, I threw it open and jumped into the back window that had been rolled down, as the kid took off getting us as away from them and there.
Though in retro speck that had been a really bad idea, he should've let me die, after all, I was going to kill him. Lori was mine, Carl was mine, and that unborn child….WAS MINE!