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My legs were starting to ache. I'm surprised Nick and Troy have kept up with me. It's been a good 15 to 20 minutes since we started running, my eyes glanced at Troy's hand... "Guys, stop."

We came to a halt, Nick looking over to me "What?". I could see the hole in his shoulder, no doubt from a bullet.

"We have to take care of Troy's hand... and yer shoulder." I lifted up the bag Bonnie had given me, "Lets see if there's any medical supplies here, okay?"

"Take care of the hand? I'm bit, asshole." Troy raised his hand, showing his bleeding hand, "There ain't no fixing this.". Troy was right, he was bit, that's a death sentence...

Nick spoke up, "Then we cut it off." I looked over at Nick, "That's the only way.".

"Cut it off? What are you gonna do that with?! I don't see somethin' to cut it!" I looked down at my knife that was in my pocket, I took it out, Troy's eyes looking at it then up at me "No fuckin' way."

I shuddered at the thought of what was going to happen, "Troy, he have to. We don't have anything else."

I saw horror glaze over Troy's face "F-Fuck, I don't wanna die..." He sighed, looking at my knife "Don't fuck this up, okay?"

I nodded my head, we all sat down as I dug through the supplies bag. I felt something plastic, pulling it out I saw a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, digging around some more I found bandages. Great, this will help a lot. I looked over at Nick, "Um... I guess I'm doin' this?"

Nick looked at me, "I can't move my arm, I'd fuck it up.".

"Somebody better fuckin' do it!" Troy yelled, making his way towards me.

I gulped, "O-Okay... Troy, take off yer belt. I...I need to cut the circulation on yer arm."

I watched as he started fiddling around with his belt, taking it off, "Are you sure?"

I scratched the back of my head, "Y-Yeah...I think. I saw this in a movie once."

Troy glared at me, "Are you fuckin' kidding me?" his face twisted with regret, but he shrugged that off and handed me his belt.

I grabbed the belt, tightening it above his wrist. "... You ready?" Okay, I can do this, I won't puke... I might puke.

Troy nodded, "Please don't fuck this up.". I took a breath in, lifting up the knife—SQUISH, I swung knife the down. I cringed at the noise, Troy yelped, biting his lip. I swung down again, hearing blood squish against the knife. I held my breath, trying not to think about the blood.

I swung down once again, Troy screamed as I pulled back up. "Sorry!", I didn't know what else to say. I took a peek at the wrist, I could see his bone exposed, I gagged at the sight of the mess I've made. "A-Almost done." I don't know if I was reassuring myself or Troy.

As I swung down I heard a crunch, I must've broken the bone. Troy started screaming, "HOLY SHIT, HURRY UP."

I quickly swung down, finally cutting through the wrist. I looked up at Troy's face, he was crying... "I... I'm sorry, Troy.". I grabbed the peroxide, pouring it onto the open wound. I heard Troy hiss in pain but there was no way I was gonna stop now, we didn't go through this for this wound to get infected... I started to wrap up the stump, it wasn't the best wrap job but it will do.

"Holy shit." I heard Nick groan, I looked over at him, hanging my head slightly. I caused this, I was the one who pushed Troy. What if it was too late? What if he loses too much blood?

"My hand, you cut off my hand..." Troy started muttering quietly. I went to put my hand on his shoulder, but he backed away. Staring at me with a mix of fear and anger.

I heard another groan coming from Nick, this time it sounded more painful, I turned around to see his fingers in the bullet wound. I ran over to him, "Nick! What're ya doin'?!".

"I'm gettin' this damn bullet out, that's what I'm doin'." he hissed out in pain, jamming his fingers harder into the wound.

"S-Stop! Yer bein' reckless, ya can't be so rough..." I grabbed his hand as he tried to go further into the wound, "What is yer problem?!"

Nick took his hand out of the wound, shaking off my hand. "All of my friends could be deador worse. I left Luke by himself to go with you, so don't you fucking ask me what my problem is."

I stared at Nick, I didn't even think about that... I just met these people but Nick, he knew them. He was even close to some of them. He's probably going through hell right now, and who could blame him? I know what it's like not knowing if your friend is dead or not... "Shit, man. I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't be actin' like an ass, yer goin' through it right now." I looked at the bullet hole, my head hurting as I questioned Nick "You... need some help with that?"

Nick sighed, "I guess so...". I inched closer to Nick, looking at the front and back of his shoulder.

"The bullet went through." I told Nick, why was he even putting his fingers in there? I took some hydrogen peroxide and poured it into the wound, Nick cringed but kept himself from yelling. I then grabbed some of the bandages, wrapping it around his shoulder. "That's all I can do... we'll have Carlos look at you when we get there. I just need to... take a minute." I got up, walking away from the group.

I walked for a couple of minutes, I could hear the sound of flowing water, I passed through some more bushes to find a tiny creek. I sat myself down near the water, unzipping my bag, I pulled out my picture of Farah. Shit, I forgot I had blood on my hands... I tried to rub it off but in the end I just stained the picture. I sighed, looking down at her now blood stained face. I wish I could see her again, her big brown eyes, her tiny nose...

I could hear the rustling of bushes, was it Nick? I turned around to be met with a walker, I jumped a tiny bit, trying to move out of the way. I was too late, the walker fell onto me, causing my to hit my head against the ground hard. I started to wrestle the walker, keep it off of me. This walker didn't look too old... too rotten I mean, the person who once was in this body definitely was an older man. He had short white hair... his eyes seemed familiar. This wasn't time for examining walkers though, I had to get this thing off of me. I started to struggle harder, trying with all of my might to push it off... I wasn't gonna be able to. I'm just not strong enough for that. Damn, I left my knife back with Troy. How could I be so stupid? Fuck, this thing is gonna tear my throat out if I don't think of something-

My train of thought got cut off as I looked over, seeing Nick standing about a foot away from me. His face looked... shocked. "N-Nick! Get this thing offa me, would ya?!" I was trying my hardest to keep this walker off, "Nick, please!" What was he doing?! He has a rifle with him! I started to lose control as the walker got closer to me, "D-Dammit Ni-" BANG, the walker fell down next to me. I shuffled backwards, grabbing the picture of Farah.

I looked over at Nick, he was frozen there with his rifle still raised. Suddenly, he dropped the rifle, slowly walking over to the corpse. He knelt down next to it, I could see his eyes soften up. Was he about to cry?

I crawled over, sitting next to him. "Did ya know him...?". I could tell by the look on his face that he did.

He lifted his head up, "That was my Uncle Pete...". Oh my god, why was he a walker?

"What... happened to him? Do ya know?" I rested my hand on his back, slightly rubbing it.

"We were down by a river with Clementine, goin' to catch some fish... We got surrounded by lurkers, I told Clem to go help him but she ran to me... I tried my best but I... I couldn't get them off him in time." Nick slammed his hands onto the ground, "Goddammit... Clem told me he was already bit. I should've been there sooner..."

"I'm so sorry... you shouldn't have had to do that." I looked down at the walker, this was once a person... it's hard to remember that sometimes.

Nick looked over at me, "It's fine... I'm just glad you're okay, I'm tired of losing people...".

"The fuck is going on here?" I heard Troy's voice, turning around to see him standing there with the supply bag in his hand.

"Nothin', let's keep moving. We gotta find the others." Nick replied, getting up and walking away. I got up and walked after him, I heard Troy sigh as he followed behind me.

I turned my head towards Troy, "Listen, man. I'm real sorry 'bout what happened back there...".

Troy glared at me, "That shit was messed up, but I'm fine.". I took the bag out of his hand as we walked, it was heavy with me holding it with both hands, I couldn't imagine it with only one. "I've been nothin' but an asshole to you, why did you help me?".

I pondered that question myself, why did I help him? "You saved me before, so I figured I owed ya one..."

We walked for what seemed to be an hour or two, I kept checking on Troy to see any changes but it looks like the hand was cut off in time.

From a distance I could see people, it looked like Bonnie and Mike... ? I started to run towards them, almost dropping the supply bag a few times. "H-Hey guys!" I yelled out to them, causing everybody to look over in my direction. Bonnie ran over, grabbing the bag out of my hands.

"Are y'all alright?!" Bonnie scanned over the three of us, stopping when she saw Troy. "Troy?! What happened to ya?!"

"I got bit, James cut my arm off so I didn't die." Troy raised his stump, the bandages were stained with blood.

"We need to get them fixed up, is Carlos here?" I questioned her, I don't know what we're gonna do if he isn't here...

"Yeah, come on." Bonnie replied, rushing back over to the group with Troy. Following close behind I could see everyone's face change as Troy came in.

Carlos looked at Troy's stump, "You want me to help him? After what he's done?".

"Carlos, I'm beggin' ya here. Please." I pleaded, but I'm pretty sure they fell on deaf ears.

Sarah walked up behind her dad, "James is a nice guy, so he wouldn't do something if he thought it was a bad idea... can you help him, dad?".

Carlos looked at his daughter, then back at me "Fine, but only this once... "

I nodded my head, "Thank you, Carlos.". I saw Luke coming towards me out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm glad you're okay, was worried 'bout y'all." Luke patted my shoulder, smiling at me.

"Y-Yeah, you too... ya need help with anything?" It was nice to see that Luke was genuinely worried, I don't think many people were.

"Sarita and I were gonna head on down to the museum near by, Rebecca's havin' the baby soon and we need a place for her to have it. Since you're here maybe you could go down, I'll stay with Nick 'til he's fixed up." Luke filled me in on what was happening, I nodded, heading over to Sarita.

"Ah, you're okay. I heard you and Nick scream..." Sarita smiled as she started to walk down a path that I assumed that was heading towards the museum.

After a couple of minutes of walking we reached a big building, there was a horrible smell emitting from inside, but I walked into the building anyway. There were a group a children, dead children, lined up against a wall together with an adult in the middle... they all had gunshots to the head. I shivered at the sight, this world has become so messed up...

I heard a click of a door unlocking, I turned my head to see the door to the small ticket booth room open, an older man came walking out.

"Long time no see, JJ.".

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Purtail- I just assumed Reggie turned from the blood stain with drag marks you see later, then again this is just an au haha

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