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I'll carry you

Anne looked at T-dog who stood across from her. His frown visible on his face and it made her worry slightly more than she had done before.

T-dog had become her friend. He had been the one consoling her through her guilt, helped her make peace with the mistake she made. She felt terrible she had fallen flat on her face and had put him and Rick in danger because she had to be saved. T-dog apparently had the same experience once, cut open his arm in the middle of an incoming herd. Daryl had been the one saving his ass back then.

T-dog looked up and back at her, a small nod in her direction and she smiled back slightly, before moving her focus to Rick, who seemed determined, and that made her worry die down a small bit again. He had always been right when planning things and she assumed he knew what he was doing.

While Maggie and Glenn put on the recently boiled riot gear, Rick pushed an vest her way. She took it from his hands but frowned at it. "It's better if Hershel would wear it" she told him while he put the last of his bullets in his Python.

"No, you wear it" he demanded, his voice low and hoarse, he didn't look up at her. She bent down a little to try and catch his eyes, but he seemed to purposely avoid her. "Rick, I'm not wearing this" she than declared and put the vest back on the table, a frown on her face. He clenched his jaw, and looked at her with his gaze, irritation oozing from the deep blues. But he didn't make a seen, instead, cleared his throat and pushed a small axe her way. "Suit yourself then, get yourself killed" he muttered, confusing her.

Just last night she had sat with him, after everyone had found their respectable places. No one seemed to pay mind to Rick sliding on the wall to the floor. He had seemed desperate and exhausted, looking around in a confused haze of emotions it seemed.

She had sat next to him then, and they had been seated there for quite a while. She hadn't known what to tell him, she was certain he had felt the same ache in his muscles as she did, the last 2 days had been hard work for each of them. But there was more to this for him, it meant a whole lot to him. And she had been lost for words.

She had stood up after a while thinking that she wasn't bringing him any comfort this way and he was probably better off left alone for a while, but then he had pulled her back down. And they had been sitting in silence for a while longer, left to their own respectable thoughts.

And now he was telling her to get herself killed.

Rick took a moment with Carl while the rest of them waited for him.
Anne picked T-dog, standing next to the broad man, feeling most comfortable with him at that particular moment. He smiled down at her and she returned it, they didn't have much to say; both knowing that they were going to put themselves in danger for the third day.

She held the axe in her hands tightly, it had been a great companion the last days, her hunting knife too small to really defend herself in this kind of setting. Her mouth ran dry a little, as she stared down at it. Her thin fingers wrapped around the wooden handle which still held blood spatters from its previous victims. She had already lost count how many times she had chopped it through skulls.

Rick returned and with that the gate opened and they piled through, she heard Carl close it behind her, her nerves picking up but she gave herself a small pep talk; there was no reason to be afraid, she was part of a strong group and they'd have her back like before. They had a strong person to lead them, and he knew what he was doing.

Glenn held the can of spray paint, painting arrows on walls where Daryl told him to.
Everyone was completely silent, apart from their footsteps. She tried to stay close to T-dog, just assuming the buddy system would be best at this point.

They rounded the corner and suddenly Daryl turned. "Go back" Rick hissed at them "go back, go back" they all turned and moved back, only to find another herd coming their way, Anne chuckled nervously at the sight. It didn't seem like it was a small group moving their way. Glenn turned towards the others, and she did the same, but suddenly another group of walkers blocked their path, they couldn't reach the others. Glenn looked around nervously pushing her through a door leading them in a small room.

Panting heavily they stared at each other.

"Now what" she whispered at him, slightly annoyed at their predicament.

They waited a few minutes with Glenn's ear against the door, opening it slightly as silence met him, signaling to Anne to come with him. As they passed through the door Maggie reached Glenn and Anne at the same time, throwing her arms around Glenn for a moment in a rush of relief.

They heard the group calling their names hushed. "Let's go" Maggie said, walking towards the voices. Anne backing them up in the rear.

"Daddy!" Maggie suddenly yelled, and Anne turned towards the panicked voice, staring on in confusion as she saw Hershel laying there. A walker dead by his feet. "Hershel's bit!" someone shouted and Anne felt her heartbeat quicken. Watching as Rick and T-dog responded quickly, lifting the poor man up, and dragging him forward.

Anne snapped back into the real world and started making a path for them to walk through, her body working on automatic pilot as she used all the strength in her arms. "This way" Daryl called out to them, and they all turned towards doors.

Anne stepped forward as they looked at the cuffs on the door, Sending her axe flying through the air and onto the chain, making them fall apart.

"Down" Daryl warned them and they all did what he said, looking behind her Anne saw the men standing there, looking at them in amazement and confusion. Rick shifted gears quickly, knowing Daryl had the situation under control. He took out his belt and tight it around Hershel's leg.

"Anne" he called out towards her as she sat in front of him, staring at the leg in astonishment not really believing this all was happening so quickly, she wasn't able to register it all correctly. Somehow her mind wandered towards Lori and her pregnant belly. Hershel was supposed to help her deliver that baby. How were they going to solve that? Who was going to help them whenever someone got hurt? No one could do that, but Hershel. Sure she knew a thing or two, as a dentist, but she wasn't no doctor. At least Hershel was a vet, that meant something; she had never really cut into a human body before. She removed teeth, that was it
"Anne!" Rick called out again, harsher this time, forcing her mind out of the gutter.

"Pull his leg" he ordered her, and Anne sat, holding his foot, pulling his leg towards herself. While Rick took her axe from the ground and started chopping.

She felt the bile rising up in her throat as she heard the painful groans coming from Hershel, who was in some sort of shock. She bit her lip, forcing down the sour throw up, she didn't want to show her weakness now. Hershel was in need of her assistance.

She watched as Rick ran his hand over his mouth, obviously feeling as distraught by all this as she did. His eyes found hers for a quick second before bringing the axe he had taken from Anne, down on Hershel's leg for the last time.

Anne fell back on her ass, holding a severed leg in her hands. Looking at it she quickly threw it down, her eyes wide with shock, wiping her hands against her dirty, blood spattered jeans. "We need to get him back to the others, otherwise he's gonna bleed out" Rick yelled, looking at everyone else.

T-dog came rushing forward with a kitchen trolley. They lifted Hershel up onto it with ease, like a well-oiled machine; they worked together. Everyone working on the same automatic pilot that Anne was working. They were all in shock and disgusted by what they had seen, what Rick had to do. It was Hershel's only chance, but they all wouldn't sleep much tonight Anne predicted; everyone still could hear the crack of breaking bones.

"Anne" Rick spoke to her, as she ran next to him, trying to keep the walkers away from the trolley while Rick was pushing it. "Can you help him?" she glanced at him quickly shaking her head. "I know how to stop a bleeding, but I need instruments for that. Carol's a nurse, she might be able to help better than I can. I'm just a dentist" she admitted feeling slightly embarrassed.

She ran ahead when they reached the gate, yelling at Carl to open the door. The boy looked shocked. Because of Anne's panicked state, but perhaps also because Anne was covered in blood, that of the walkers, but some fresh coming from Hershel.

They ran into the cellblocks, and turned into a cell so quickly, Anne almost stumbled trying to follow them. Carol was already with Hershel when Anne stepped up. Carol looked at Anne with worried eyes, Anne knew first aid, knew how to stop a bleeding, knew how to stitch, these were things even a dentist needed to know. But this case wasn't looking good. They both knew.

Carol sighed deeply, her hands shaking as she pressed another cloth against the stump.

Rick placed a hand covered in blood on Anne's shoulder. Her eyes met his and she needed that to ground her. Even though Rick looked like he needed her support just as much as she did his, he still made her feel calm. She placed her own bloodied hand on top of his, smiling slightly at him. "It'll be alright" she muttered to him "check on Daryl"

Rick turned and walked towards where Daryl was shouting at the men they had unwillingly freed. Anne bend down next to Carol, putting her hand on top of the cloth and smiling calmly at Carol. "Take a breather, sweetheart." She softly spoke to the woman "It'll be alright" Carol stood up at this and left Anne pressing against the wound. Giving Carol a moment.

Anne looked at Hershel's pale face, biting her bottom lip with worry.
Maggie and Beth were crying, looking at their father in despair. She didn't want them to lose him; She didn't want this whole group to lose him. He was their voice of reason in all chaos.

"Come on, Hershel" she muttered, placing another Fresh cloth against the wound, throwing the soaked one to the side. "You can do this"