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Rosalie's P.O.V
"Rosalie?"
The sound of a woman's voice brought me out of my deep slumber, the warm sensation of water being poured down my head relaxing me.
"You ok dear?" The woman asked, her fingers massag
the smiling blonde sitting beside my bedside. Her hands massaging shampoo into my scalp.
"How are you feeling?"
I thought about that question before I answered because if you wanted the honest truth in this moment I was relaxed, with her fingers massaging my head as she rinsed the dirt and blood that had been caked into my hair. Overall though, I was struggling, not only with my injuries but with who I was entirely.
"Can you sit up for me dear?"
With her arm wrapping around my shoulders, careful not to touch my injury she helped me sit up on the side of the bed. She moved to sit more behind me, grabbing the folded towel on the nightstand. She began to dry my hair, softly as if she was afraid to cause me any harm.
"D-Do I know you?" I questioned, the memories of last night becoming pretty hazy.
"I'm Patricia." She said, continuing to dry my hair with the towel. "I helped Hershel take care of you yesterday, with your injuries."
Memories of the elderly man sitting beside my bedside asking me questions flooded through my mind. Suddenly the small memory block in my mind let everything come back through, the woods, my pups, falling out of that tree, finding my dad and lastly being shot.
"M-My dad," I stuttered out, "Where's my dad?"
"Outside in his tent, I believe." She started running a comb through my tangled hair, "I can go get him if you'd like."
"Would you?"
Patricia smiled sweetly, handing me the comb as she slipped out the door. I began to pick up where she left off, detangling my hair the best I could. It was difficult only being able to accomplish it with one arm, but once I worked my way through the knots it fell softly down my back. Tossing the the comb beside me I started to look around the room.
Everything in the room looked like it was older than my dad and Uncle Merle but it was incredibly well kept, seemed like it hardly showed any age. In the mirror across the room is where I caught my relflection and it was safe to say I couldn't help but be a little horrified in my appearance.
Standing up, I grabbed the end of the the bed frame, struggling to not put pressure on my wounded leg. It was tricky trying to maneuver myself without causing further injury to my leg or to my shoulder. I moved to stand completely in front of the mirror, prepared to take in every bruise and cut on my body.
My face and upper chest were covered in countless bruises and scrapes, ones fresh and some already healing. The bullet wound in my shoulder was freshly bandaged but you could still see the bruises covering around it. My thigh was even worst, the bruises nasty and different colors. However, none of these injuries were the ones I was worried about—they weren't my walker bite.
Turning to the side, I lifted up the side of my tank top as I braced myself. My hands peeled off the dirty bandage, tossing it on the ground. When I finally caught sight of it I couldn't help but gasp, it wasn't even like how I imagined.
It was completely healed.
The only thing now was the indeed of teeth marks on my side but even those were hardly noticeable.
I dropped my shirt down as the door opened, turning around to see, "Dad-"
My sentence was cut short when I came to the realization that it wasn't my dad, it was Rick.
"You aren't my dad." I stated.
He smiled just a little, amused at my reaction, "That I am not."
"Where is he?" I questioned, "Patricia was supposed to go find him."
"He's outside." Rick explained, "But now that you're awake I wanted to talk to you."
"About?"
He motioned to my side and it suddenly felt like my heart had dropped into my stomach. I was so wrapped up in the fact that it had healed but I had forgotten about how everyone would react. No one had ever heard of anything like me before.
Not even Jenner.
"What about it?" I said softly.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but most people who get bitten by a walker become a walker." He stated, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Mostly everyone." I corrected.
Rick sighed, leaning back as he pondered in what he was doing to say next.
"Jenner told me some information when we were at the CDC." I added, "Information about what is wrong with me."
"What is wrong with you?" He continued to practically interrogate me.
I opened my mouth, closing it as I struggled to come to up with the right words to explain what exactly is going on inside my body. So instead of saying anything we stood there, not saying anything.
Minutes passed before I finally found the words,
"It blended with my DNA, instead of taking over it just became apart of me. Jenner gave me a folder, it should be in my bag that has all of his theories and data from another woman who had the same thing as me."
Rick looked baffled as if the information I was telling him just sounded out of this world and I guess in a way it did. That in a world full of death that I was the only one out of all of us that could cheat it.
"Find the folder." He said sternly, "Then we'll talk about this."
I nodded but didn't say anything.
Rick turned to the door, wrapping his hand around the handle, "Rosalie?"
"Yeah?"
"Do not tell anyone about this." Rick demanded, "I don't know how people are going to react."
I nodded, "I won't."
He opened the door, revealing my rather irritated looking dad. My dad stepped back, letting Rick walk out of the room before he came stepping in. In that moment when I saw my dad's face I couldn't think of anything I could be more thankful for.
I rushed forward, ignoring the pain in my leg as I crashed against his chest. I could tell he was surprised by the way he gasped. I ignored this, wrapping my uninjured arm around him as I laid my face against his chest. I couldn't remember a time in my life where I had squeezed him so tightly, careful not to touch his wound.
"Oh Rosie." He whispered, squeezing me just as strength as I was squeezing him.
We stood there, silently embracing each other. In that moment we stood as father and daughter, both nearly cheating death.
Pulling away, I looked up at him, "Did they find her?"
He shook his head, "No, I tried going out and looking but-"
"You aren't well enough." I interrupted.
My dad smirked, "Sound like Carol."
I couldn't help but smile, "Well maybe Carol was right."
"Maybe." He chuckled, "Now come on kiddo we're putting you to work."
"Great"
~Hours Later~
My dad's version of work wasn't entirely what I was expecting, at all really.
He had me sitting in the grass, a chunk of wood with a poorly painted circle a few feet in front of me. With the few knives he had given me I was expected to hit the target. He didn't say why either, just simply told me to hit the target. Something about if I get in trouble I needed to know how to aim.
Rebecca and Carl sat on either side of them, the two of them playing with one of the boys. We watched as Shane and Rick talked on the other side of barn. The two of them getting in a rather heated discussion.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"There's walkers in the barn." Carl said bluntly, "Hershel is keeping them there."
"What?" I said in disbelief, "That's insane."
I watched as Shane began to yell, him and Rick going back and forth.
"It's causing a lot of tension."
"I can see that." I observed. "Hard to believe I fall asleep for a few hours and suddenly everything changes."
Rebecca and Carl looked at each other, then at me.
"What?"
Rebecca cleated her throat, "Rosalie you were out for a day and a half."
I laughed, earning a concerned look from the two of them,"I guess that explains why everything feels so foggy."
"Yeah, that would be why." Carl laughed along with me, he reached forward, grabbing my knifes that were buried in the thickness of the work, retrieving them for me.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"Why are you doing this again?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "My dad just said I needed to work on my aim."
"Well then come on." Carl stood up, reaching down to give me his hand.
"Where are we going?" Rebecca and I asked.
"Just to the porch." He pointed to where the rest of the group seemed to be gathered. "It looks rather important."
Taking Carl's hand I allowed him to help me up, the two of us laughing as I bumped into him. With his arm around my shoulder he helped guide me to the porch, making sure I don't put to much pressure on my leg.
Rebecca stood on the other side of me as the boys followed along. Glenn and Maggie were seated on the porch talking to Andrea when my dad and Carol walked up.
By the time we made it up there it seemed to of gone from a small social gathering to Shane arming a small militia.
"If you do this, hand out these guns, my dad will make you leave tonight." Maggie told Shane.
Lori came out of the house, moving to go down the first step, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Now look Hershel's just got to understand." Shane argued, "Now we need to find Sophia, am I right?"
That's when he caught sight of the three of us, his eyes focusing on Carl. He grabbed a small handgun from the bag, offering it out to Carl, "Take this, take this and protect yourself and your mother."
Before Carl even had the chance to grab it Lori stepped in between them, coming face to face with Shane. "Rick said no guns in camp, this isn't your call Shane."
"Oh shit!" T-dog exclaimed, catching all of our attention.
To our horror we all watched as Jimmy guided two walkers that both Hershel and Rick seemed to be handling as the walked towards the barn.
"What is that!" Shane yelled, "What is that!"
"Shane!"
Before I knew it we were running, chasing after Shane as he ran towards Rick. I think in a way we were all afraid of what might happen.
"What the hell are you doing?" Shane growler.
"Shane, just back off." Rick warned.
Hershel looked back and forth to all of us, "Why do your people have guns?"
Shane scoffed, "Are you kidding me?" He turned to look at all of us, "Do you see what they're holding onto?"
"I see who I'm holding onto." Hershel boomed.
I moved closer to Carl as I witnessed the most sadistic smirk form across Shane's face. Carl wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me plush against him.
"Shane let us do this and then we can talk." Rick pleaded.
"What you want to talk about, Rick? These things ain't sick. They're not people. They're dead. Ain't gonna feel nothing for them 'cause all they do, they kill! These things right here, they're the things that killed Amy. They killed Otis. They're gonna kill all of us."
"Shane shut up!"
"Hey Hershel man, let me ask you something." Shane pulled out his gun, "Could a living breathing person survive this?"
He fired his gun, pulling the trigger again and again into the walker that Hershel was holding.
"No!"
"That's three rounds in the chest, why is it still coming?"
Shane fired a few more shots,
"That is its heart and lungs, why is it still coming?"
"Shane! That is enough!" Rick yelled.
"You're right man, that is enough."
Shane walked up, holding the gun up the walker, pulling the trigger. Hershel stared in horror as the walker dropped the ground.
I gasped, making Carl grasp me tighter. He didn't say anything but with the rapid rate his heart was beating I knew he was just as scared.
"Enough risking our lives for a little girl who's gone! Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us. Enough. Rick, it ain't like it was before! Now if y'all want to live, if you want to survive, you got to fight for it! I'm talking about fighting right here, right now."
Shane moved towards the barn doors while Rick pleaded with Hershel to take the pole but Hershel just stood there stunned. In an instant Shane shot the locks off the doors, yanking the chain free and pulling the doors open.
He moved back as he opened fire, Andrea coming to his defense. Glenn and my dad came to join, putting down the walkers standing flooding through the barn doors. All while Rick stood there helpless hanging on to the pole with his walker on the end, pleading with Shane.
With a smirk on his face, Shane walked up to the walker Rick was holding and shot it, the walker crumpling to the ground.
Carl placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my face to his chest so I didn't have to watch. His lips pressed against my forehead, a simple form of affection but it didn't stop me from being distracted by the walker massacre going on around us.
It wasn't until the gunshots stopped that I peaked my head out, only to gasp in complete horror.
It wasn't the pile of walker bodies that left me speechless it was the small, childlike figure peaking out from behind the doors.
Sophia.
I slipped out of Carl's arms, rushing forward to make sure I was getting clear look. When I thought I was finally close enough, I knew there was no getting a better look.
It was Sophia.
My knees practically gave out from under me, Carl grabbing me before I could crumple to the ground. I sobbed, my hands covering my mouth as I did so.
"Sophia! Sophia!"
I watched as Carol rushed forward, her scream as she did so was something i thought would be permanently imprinted into my brain. It was my dad who grabbed her, the pair of them falling to the ground. My dad cradled her as she sobbed, her hands reached out to Sophia.
We all stood silently, the only thing to be heard were sobs and the growling of Sophia as she came walking towards us. Shane put his head down as he stepped back, letting Rick come forward.
When he raised the gun to her head I couldn't help but turn away, pressing my face against Carl's chest. Together, the two of us sobbed as we waited for the gunshot to go off.
Even after all this time I thought we would find her, she would just be held up somewhere, but it wasn't the case.
She was already dead.
*Bang*
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