Battlefield Nurse- Diane Cluck
Someone reached out to her for help, but she didn't even have time to see who it was before she had to swing the sword one more time and the hand disappeared. There was no time to save everyone, even when they looked to her for their salvation. There were days when she could barely save herself.
Michonne grunted and swung at another walker, separating the top of its head from its decayed face. The horror of its appearance didn't even have a chance to sink into her memory as the next and then the next appeared. She took a deep breath, nose twitching at the stench that surrounded them, and cleared a few more walkers and a few more steps on the way to the infirmary. With Rick close behind here there was no chance to slow or hesitate.
It was only luck that had kept them going, and Rick had looked to her with such perfect trust to get them there. They all looked at her in these situations as though she would always have a way to save them; something in her face or expression that kept them calm and feeling as though there was a chance even in the worst circumstances. She would make it through to the infirmary, with Rick, this time. The next time, or the time after that? Michonne knew that sooner or later they would look to her and she wouldn't be able to save them, and whatever they saw in her eyes would just be a lie.