VPOV
I played with Judith's feet while Beth made her a bottle. She smiled up at me, her hands holding on to bits of my hair. "So beautiful." I sighed, kissing her toes. She giggled and I couldn't help but pick her up, holding her close to my heart.
"She likes you." Beth smiled as she came up the stairs.
I nodded. "Well I'd like to think she does, seeing as I'm her sister."
Beth just laughed as I handed Judith over so she could feed her. "You know, you can feed her if you want..."
I just shook my head, moving to the stairs. "I've got someone I need to see." I shrugged as I kept moving.
DPOV
"There ain't nothing out here but mosquitoes and ants." I sighed, waiting for Merle to finish his piss.
"Patience, little brother. Sooner or later, a squirrel is bound to scaurry across your path."
"Even so," I looked around, "that ain't much food."
"Yeah. More than nothin'."
"I'd have better luck going through one of them houses we passed on the turnoff."
"Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm?" he asked as he zipped up his pants. "How to loot for booty?" he walked up to stand by me.
I pushed myself off the tree, not looking at him. "We've been at it for hours. Why don't we find a stream, try our luck with some fish?" I suggested, raising my bow.
"I think you're just tryin' to lead me back to the road, man. Get me over to that prison."
"They got shelter." I noted, leaning against the tree again. Food. A pot to piss in. Might not be a bad idea."
"For you, maybe. Ain't gonna be no damn party for me." he grabbed the rope of our trap, pulling it up.
"Everyone will get used to each other." I shrugged.
"They're all dead. Makes no difference."
An image of Vickie, smiling as she played with Carl came to mind. The thought of that smile, of her disappearing, never been able to see her again. It wasn't something I liked thinking about.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Right about now he's probably hosting a housewarming party where he's gonna bury what's left of your pals." he spat. "Let's hook some fish." he said, walking past me. "Come on."
I watched as he walked off, spitting on the ground too before following him. If he was right or wrong, it didn't matter. I chose him, now I had to live with that...
VPOV
I sat in front of my mum's grave, looking at the stone 'L' that had been placed there.
"Hey mum." I sighed, looking at the ground where I puled out bits of grass.
I had wanted to come out here earlier, but Glenn wanted to talk to everyone and figure out where the breach to the prison was. We all knew that if Tyresse and his people made it in, it wouldn't be hard for the Governor.
But I had left early, coming down to talk to mum... to say goodbye.
"You know, I remember a lot more. I remember lots actually. The farm, the camp outside of Atlanta. I even remember things from before all this, like school and my friends. Just the other day I remebered who Lisa was. You remember. She was my best friend, but you never liked her because she slept around." I laughed to myself. "You had told me I shouldn't hang around girls who throw themselves at boys. Then I told you she didn't sleep with boys only older men, and that had made you even more determined to make me stop being friends with her...
"'Girls your age shouldn't be going out with people who are old enough to be their dad.' you said." I nodded, thinking about Daryl. "I remember when I first started taking a liking to Daryl, you had been unsure, hoping nothing would come of it. I guess at the end you didn't mind as much."
There was a silence as I looked up, seeing dad outside the prison fences.
"You know, Daryl's gone now. He just left... maybe you were right to be worried."
DPOV
I kept walking, not bothering turning around to look at Merle. I knew he was pissed that I had stopped him from taking food from thse people, but I just couldn't let him do it. They had a baby, and by the looks of things they needed as much supplies as they could get. There car was full of basically everything other than food and weapons...
"What the shit you doin' pointing that thing at me?" he snapped, not dropping the fact that I had my bow pointed at him.
I shrugged, still moving through the forest. "They were scared, man."
"They were rude is what they were. Rude and they owed us a token of gratitude."
I scoffed. "They didn't owe us nothin'."
"You helpin' people out of the goodness of your heart? Even though you might die doin' it? Is that somethin' your Sheriff Rick taught you? Or his peach of a daughter?"
I didn't like him talking about Vic, but I knew if I said something about it he wouldn't stop. "There was a baby!" I pointed out.
"Oh, otherwise you would have left them to the biters, then?"
"Man, I went back for ya. You weren't there. I didn't cut off you hand, neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it."
He chuckled. "You know... You know what's funny to me? Hmm? You and Sheriff Rick are like this now. Right? I bet you a penny and a fiddle of gold, huh that you never told him that we were planing on robbin' that camp blind. Never told the girl either, huh?"
It was true, I hadn't even told Vic. If she had know, I don't think she would look at me the way she does now. "It didn't happen."
"Yeah. It's didn't 'cause I wasn't there to help you."
"What, like when we were kids, huh? Who left who then?"
"What? Huh? Is that why I lost my hand?"
"You lost your hand 'cause you're a simpleminded piece of shit." I yelled in his face before turning away, walking past him.
He grabbed my shirt, pulling. "Yeah? You don't know!"
My shirt ripped and I fell to the ground, my scarred back bare for him to see...
"I-I-I didn't know he was-"
"Yeah, you did." I started packing up my things, trying to cover my back as best I could. "He did the same to you. That's why you left first." I stood.
"I had to, man. I would have killed him otherwise."
I started walking off, not giving him a response to that.
"Where you goin'?"
"Back where I belong." I stopped, looking over at him.
He sighd. "I can't go with you. I-I tried to kill that black bitch. Damn near killed the Chinese kid."
"He's Korean." I corrected.
He shrugged, shaking his head. He had never liked being corrected. "Whatever. Doesn't matter, man. I just can't go with you."
"You know," I nodding, pointing at him, "I may be the one walking away, but you're the one that's leaving... again." with that I walked off, heading for the prison.
VPOV
I laid back on the grass for sometime, looking up at the clouds. I knew I should be up at the prison helping out, but I wasn't ready. There were just too many things on my mind.
I couldn't stop thinking about the dreams I had been having. They weren't all the same, but they were always horrible.
There was one nightmare where I was locked up at Woodbury again, only this time it wasn't just the Governor there. Jason and the others who had been with him watched with the Governor and Shane kissed and touched me all over.
I hated the one where I stood on the second floor of the barn, no windows or doors except for the one that had been locked in my first dream. But on the ground were walkers... not just any walkers. Mum, Theodore, Dale, Sophia, Jaqui, Jim, Amy. They all walked around aimlessly, and all I could do was sit there and watch them, too scared to jump down.
Since Tyresse and his people had left a few days ago, my nights were filled with horrors and monsters. Sleeping was becoming a thing of the past.
Carl had noticed something was up. He had come into my cell one night, woken up by my tossing and turning. He woke me up from a nightmare, scaring me even more. But when I realized it was him, I simply moved over so he could lay down with me.
I know it seems weird that my younger brother calmed me down, but when I woke up, panting and sweating from what ever horrible thing I had just been going through, it was nice to know he was there.
Sighing, I got up. I had been down here long enough. It was time I actually did something useful. So I started to move through the field, heading for the gate.
A gun shot went off and I saw Axel go down.
I froze, my head looking to the other side of the fence. That's where I saw the Governor and his people, guns in hands.
Gun shots went off and I fell to the ground, covering myself as best I could. The long grass helped a little, but I could hear them still firing at me.
"Hershel! Get down!" I yelled, seeing him standing by the fence.
I could here the others by the prison, shots been fired at everyone, all over the place. I had no gun, no weapon, no gear. All I could do was lie there and hope we'd all be okay.
It felt like hours had gone by, but I knew it had only been minutes. There was a pause, everything falling silent.
I looked up, thinking that maybe I could make a run for it.
A gun went off and my arm felt as if it was on fire.
I yelled out in pain, looking down where I had been hit. I knew it was a clean shot, straight through, but it still hurt. The bullet had hit the side of my arm where if I had been hit any other way it could have either grazed me or hit an artery.
"Vickie!" Hershel called, probably having heard me yell.
The guns stopped again and in the distance I could hear a vehicle approaching.
I carefully looked up, seeing what looked like a mail delivery truck ram through the two gates to the field. It stopped only a few meters away from me. Suddenly the ramp at the back of it, which had been used like a door, fell to the ground.
I heard the snarling before I saw the walkers make their way out of the back of the truck.
My heart started to race as I realized I had no way to defend myself, and that Hershel was also stuck on the field. "Shit."
More gun shot went off, making me cover myself with the grass once more, trying to hide from the people and walkers.
"Hershel, Vickie, get the hell out of there!" I heard dad yell.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." a walker had spotted me, coming right my way. Staying low I tried to move away, but I wasn't fast enough, I knew I had to get up. So I stood but the walker still managed to grab my shoulders before I could get away.
Grunting I put my hands on it's chest, pushing it back, keeping it from biting me.
"Vickie!" Hershel yelled as he shot some walkers.
The gate to the courtyard opened as the others came out, shooting walkers left right and center.
I kicked the walker back, slamming my foot into it's head before running over to Hershel. Before I got there I was grabbed again, a walker pulling me to it.
Over it's shoulder I could see Michonne making her way towards Hershel and me, sword out as she killed walkers. Glenn, in one of the cars, was driving over towards us too.
"Get in the car!" I told Hershel as he stood up, Glenn parking the car.
Glenn got out, raising his gun at the walker holding me. Before he could shoot the walker fell to the ground, an arrow in it's head.
I looked to the forest, near where dad was. Daryl and Merle were there, helping dad kill the walkers that had him pinned.
"Vickie, come on!" Glenn yelled.
I ran to the car, getting in the back with Michonne. Glenn drove off, heading for the gate to the court yard. As soon as we were in, Carl closed the gate.
I got out of the car, holding my arm as I hissed in pain.
"You okay?" Maggie asked Hershel as he got out of the car.
"Yes, baby." he looked over at me. "What happened?"
I turned so he could see my arm. "Got shot." I said, clenching my jaw.
He had a look, nodding. "Bullet went straight through. But you'll need stitches. Come on."
"What about dad, Daryl and Merle." I asked, not moving.
Maggie just grabbed my good arm, leading me to the prison as her dad said, "We need to take care of you first. Don't you worry about them."
Looking over my shoulder I saw the three of them on the other side of the fence, in between them and us was the field, full of walkers. It was a bittersweet moment. We had Daryl back... but now the Governor had us exactly where he wanted us...
It annoys we when people are shooting and none of the main characters get hurt. I mean, know they're the main characters and so they can't die... but come on! Someone should at least get shot... And that is why Vickie was shot :):) Thank you
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