"Hershel!" I hear a little voice call out. I sit up from where I am resting, against the wall in my cell and wait for another call. I don't know if it's for help with the living or the dead, but I don't know how much more help I can offer. As I wait I hear coughing and some panting. I inch away from the wall, not liking what I hear when a gun shot goes off, followed by a scream. I get to my feet but fall quickly right back down, my body week from the illness. I crawl as fast as I can towards the cell door and see Hershel sitting up, a dead female body across from him and a man being eaten by his son. I gasp, the sight in front of me just awful and Hershel looks at me. "Come on Henry. Come on, boy" The little voice says. We both look up in the cell block and see Lizzie coaxing a now dead Henry towards her.
Hershel gets up quickly and runs towards the girl. As he goes, Henry falls on top of her and she screams "noo!" I holler out, afraid for her. My scream draws the attention of the boy eating his father, he gets to his feet and starts to stumble towards me. How I envy the strength he now has, his stumbling faster than what I can do. He reaches the cell door just as I am able to get the knife out of my holster for it and I use my strength to kill him, piercing it through the temple. It falls on top of me and I'm too weak to push it off. "Is she okay?" I manage to scream out, coughing afterwards.
"She's fine" Hershel yells back soon after. I sigh in relief, hoping that's the end of it. As I lay underneath the body I hear the groans of more dead, walking through the cell looking for flesh. I hold my breath as one comes towards my cell, not allowing myself to move at all. It soon moves on as the noises upstairs draws it's attention. Time moves quickly now, everything spinning as I try to wriggle from the dead weight. 3 gun shots go off and I start to try and count out how many I know are dead. My stomach turns when I think it could be Glenn, or Sasha and I manage to muster whatever strength was left from deep inside of me to push the dead body off of me.
"Daddy!" Maggie calls out loud after another gun shot goes off. I peak outside of the cell, barely holding myself up to see her staring up at her father, fighting against Henry on top of a caged ceiling.
"No!" Hershel fights him while yelling back to his oldest daughter "you could hit the bag. We need it for Glenn." He tells her.
She continues staring and I wait to see what she will do. The gun goes off and Hershel no longer has to fight him. "Where is he?" She asks.
"Here's up here. Cell 100" he says starting to work the bag out of Henry's throat. I slowly work my way to the stairs to help them with Glenn, if I can.
As I get to the steps Maggie calls out "he's turning blue!" with fear coursing through her voice.
"Clear his airway. I'm on the way." He calls back to her.
"Me too!" I yell out, letting them know I want to help.
I get there right after Hershel does, and Glenn is on his back. Glenn gurgles as blood fills his airway "Hold his arms down." I direct Maggie, Hershel readying the tube to intubate. Maggie straddles him to pin his arms down.
Hershel starts to put the tube in "come on, son. Come on. You know how this works." He says to Glenn.
"Just relax" I try to remind him if he's listening.
The tube gets in and Hershel connects the bag, pumping it with air. Glenn still gurgles with it in but it slows down "stay with us. Stay with us. Stay with us." Hershel whispers to him and eventually his gasping stops. "You're gonna be okay." Hershel says then. "We're gonna be okay." He says looking at me. I nod, sitting on my knees and lower my head into my lap. "I didn't want you in here." Hershel says to his daughter.
"I know. I had to. Just like you." She says back to him softly. "Daddy." I hear her whisper even softer.
"I told you to stay put." I hear Hershel say. I look up then, to see who he is talking too.
Lizzie stands at the door to the cell, looking down at us "Is it over?" She asks.
"I hope so, honey." Maggie responds. I watch as Lizzie takes her foot and rubs it along the blood stained floor. I want to yell at her, ask her what she's doing, but I can't find the strength to even look up any further and I let my head fall back down so I'm staring into my lap instead.
"Sasha!" I hear Tyreese's voice echo throughout the building. I perk up in my cell next to hers. They made it back. He hurry's into the cell and I hear the reunion unfold. He holds onto his sister as she coughs from the illness. Relief washes over me that they came back with medicine, but pain still lingers inside. It's not pain from the flu, or exhaustion, but pain from Daryl. Where is he? Why isn't he coming to see me? I wait longer, allowing time to pass before allowing myself to further get disappointed. I don't know how but I managed to wait till sunrise before the feelings of sadness turn to anger towards him. Part of me wishes I had died from the flu, at least the pain was more bearable then this one. The pain of a heartache for a man who suddenly, in an instant, wants nothing to do with me. At least if I was dead my heart wouldn't be shattered like it is right now.