Why do things always come back to us in the end? Why do our nightmares follow us around, and jump out at us when we don't want them to? These are the questions that everyone has asked. At least once. If you have lived in a zombie apocalypse, anyway. We were doing good, I kid you not. And you know what happened? Shit came back to us, that's what happened. I had been looking around for Carl for what felt like eternity. And you know where I found him? In the hands of the f***ing Governor! Along with Herschel, Michonne, and, you guessed it! Joey. I knew we shouldn't have let him walk off. Rick walked down there, and we watched with bated breath. What would we do if he killed them? What would I do? I can't lose Carl for real this time. We don't live long enough anymore, you have to make the most of it. So when he pulled that freaking katana out, and put it at Herschel throat, I screamed along with the Greene sisters. He was part of a family. Our family. And you don't kill one of our own. All I know is three things happened very fast: The blade was lowered, the blade swung back, the blade sliced. Oh, four I guess, if you count hearing all of our hearts shatter at once. All was silent for a half a second. Then I screamed. Not like those screams like your skin is being torn off, no, more like a battle cry. I whipped my gun out and charged down, firing at what I hoped was the head of that asshole. I tripped over something, and tumbled headfirst down the hill. My body sprawled out in the high grass, and I sprung up a mere second later. Gun firing. Everywhere, I heard it everywhere. A bullet whizzed by me, and I ducked. A little too late, but my sense were going into overdrive, and soon, nothing would stop me. Not a human. Not a bullet. Not a dead one. They tore down the fences, and in poured the dead and decaying. Walkers all over the place, you had to fire at humans and walkers a like now. That's just how the world goes, I guess. The assholes make it somewhere. While the small and fragile ones don't. Well, not all the assholes. Merle sure as hell didn't make it.
"Riley! Get down!" Carl shouted. I whipped my head up just in time to see the blurred outline of someone before they collided with me. I screamed as we crashed into the ground. Their fists connected with my face, and they hit my nose. Blood immediately poured out and into my mouth. Chocking. Red. Chocking on red. Chocking because of red. I jerked my knee up, and was satisfied to hit my attacker.
"Agh! Bitch!" they yelled. I knew that voice. I opened my eyes. Joey.
"Get off of me! You motherfuckersonofasbitch!" I yelled at him. I spit my blood into his face. He slapped me. Hard. Tears stung the corners of my eyes.
"I bet you missed me, didn't you?" He asked lowly. Like hell I did.
"I wished you would have gotten eaten, if that's what you meant. He shook his head and laughed. He stood up slowly, and pulled his gun out. I heard the bullet before I felt it. A loud bang, followed by me yelling as white hot tears poured down my face. The bullet must have hit somewhere near my shoulder. He grabbed my good arm and flung me up. I kicked and bit and scratched but nothing worked. So instead I screamed bloody murder.
"Riley! Let go of her!" Carl yelled, charging over to us as Joey grabbed my arm and ran towards the gates. Carl wasn't going to make it. There was nothing he could do, nothing anyone could do. Except...
"DARYL! DARYYYYYLLLL!" I screeched, my last hope. Where was he? Where was he?! I didn't see him until we were already in the woods. He wasn't gong to make it either.