A/N: Whoa, I'm surprised this fic hasn't gotten more followers. Don't worry, I plan on getting to major characters soon enough, I just want to get to this one first. To me, the Siggards are easily one of the saddest victims of the apocalypse, alongside the nursery and the pink house, where every member of the family peacefully committed suicide and lay in an empty house. We know virtually nothing about them, but I intend on at least going into the circumstances behind what happened and why they chose suicide.

Btw, that horse deserved better.

Chapter 6 The Siggard Family


The Siggards lived a normal, comfortable life, in their nice little white farmhouse. Perhaps they weren't ingrained into the city ways of living. But that was okay with them. They were fine with their countryside lifestyle. They didn't mind living in the country, it was a nice change of pace from the city that Mrs. Siggard had been so used to.

If there was one thing that they could honestly say that they were proud of most, it would be their horses. Mr. and Mrs. Siggard shared a mutual love for horses, and decided to raise as many as they could, for their own personal enjoyment, to ride in the woods. The bonds they shared with their horses were special.

They never managed to have the one thing that they wanted to the most in the world-a child. Mrs. Siggard was unable to have children, so they sat by and watched the world have babies and lamented their loss, but moved on.

Mr. Siggard reassured Mrs. Siggard as she cried in his arms, telling her that he would never leave her over something as petty as her not being able to give birth to children. He still loved her, nonetheless.

Years passed by. Their horses grew old and died, and they got more colts and fillies like usual. Mr. Siggard retired from his job and enjoyed having more time to spend on his farm while Mrs. Siggard enjoyed spending more time with her neighbors and friends, including the horses. The horses were quite fond of their owners.

The horse that both were quite fond of, however, was a beautiful tawny horse that was quite easy to ride on, and also very fond of people. Everyone liked to look at him. He was friendly, gentle, and shy.

However, life soon became a new terror beyond anything they could imagine.

It started gradually. Neighbors stopped coming by.

People stopped visiting. The roads became more desolate.

Being in the country, they had little knowledge of what was happening-their Internet access was quite slow, after all, and their television was only restricted to a few channels.

"Look at this, dear." Mrs. Siggard sounded stressed out about something.

Mr. Siggard looked at the television and his eyes widened.

On the screen, there were monsters walking around, biting people, and people screaming as they ran. The reporter talked about "an outbreak of enormous proportions and how they urged people to stay calm, regardless of what happens."

This had to be a movie, he thought, watching the footage.

However, the reporter got attacked on screen and the footage went to static.

"What happened?" Mrs. Siggard cried, alarmed. "Did this stuff happen to our neighbors, too?"

"I don't know!" Mr. Siggard said, running to get his guns for self-defense.

He didn't see any around.

However, he didn't want to leave without his horses.

Strangely, the horses seemed to have gone missing lately. He wondered if those strange creatures had eaten them.

There was just the lone tawny horse, who chewed absently on grass, not knowing or caring about what was happening.

He patted its head and briefly considered taking him and his wife on the horse and out to safety, but rejected that idea.

These biting creatures could strike at anytime. Plus, he was too old to ride for long periods of time on the horse.

But then, tragedy struck.

His wife went out to feed the horse, and Mr. Siggard heard her scream.

He came out, in time to find her struggling against one of those things. It was one of the neighborhood children, who had his teeth sunken into her shoulder. Blood poured out of Mrs. Siggard's shoulder as the undead thing bit further in.

With one shot from his pistol, the thing fell, but didn't stop moving until he shot it in the head, for some reason.

Mr. Siggard freaked out. He shut himself inside, locked the doors and stayed with his wife, as she sobbed and screamed.

"I don't want to become like that!" She begged.

"There's one way out. We have to shoot ourselves in the head."

His wife nodded, smiling, "At least we'll die together."

He shot her first, and, using her blood, wrote "God Forgive Us" on the wall, before he aimed the gun at himself and fired, killing him instantly.

The corpses would not be found for a long time.

The horse absently ate away, not noticing its masters had disappeared.

Then a young man arrived and discovered the bodies and the horse.

The poor horse met its end at the hands of a bunch of Walkers. But that is a story for another day.

Other families did the same as the Siggards. They must not be judged.

They did what they thought was best.