So super sorry, my mother grounded me.
I run back to the main room of the sick ward. The undead chase the living in a never ending cycle; some loosing the battle, some winning, and some that will take longer for the Grim Reaper to choose which life to take along with him. My neighbors, my friends, feast on the flesh of their unsuspecting, and weak prey. I pull out my gun, and start shooting each and every last one, till the bottom level is clear. I hear shouts echo from upstairs, so I run up stairs to see Lizie in a corner, with a walker coming straight at her, I raise my gun, not even realizing any more of the trigger being pulled. She starts yelling at me, but a loud crash from below takes my attention. Maggie comes rushing in, and starts yelling. Hershel lay in a net, not ten feet from me, wrestling with a walker. Everything slowly starts to get blurry, and all sound no longer has access to my ears. My world goes black.
I wake to screaming. Will it ever end? I think. I open my eyes to see Carl, mere inches from my face.
"She's waking up! She's waking up!" He screams, making my pounding headache go crazy.
"Carl? Why the fuck are you yelling?" I ask, my voice all weird and jumbled up.
"Hey! You watch your mouth, young laddie!" I hear my brother shout in the background, as he pushes Carl out of the way.
"Are you okay? Were you bit?" He asks.
"I'm fine, Daryl, really." He huffs and walks away, mumbling about 'that stupid boy'.
I'm so sorry for the short chapter, but I"m having some bad writers block, and I have to write another chapter in one of my other stories, so... yeah. If anyone has any ideas, just tell me, and I wil think about putting them in.