Author's Note: I don't mean to gross you out at the end of this chapter but that's how I see it happening in my head.
James approaches Michonne lying on the ground; he quickly inspects her face and the limpness in her body motion so he grabs his bag and takes out a bottle of water, then sits down bringing her weakened head in to his lap.
As he pours the water on her lips he again inspects how dry and cracked they are but her entire body is completely drenched in sweat. Her body was so hot that James became very concerned; so he starts checking for bite marks and scratches but finds none. Then he opens one of her eyes lids and checks to see if her pupils are dilated.
Michonne finally comes out of her daze a bit and wakes to the taste of water in her mouth; she want more quickly so she goes to lift her arm but hollers with a wretchedness that could attract any walker in the area to their location because of the pain.
James begins pouring more water in to her mouth but it becomes too much too quickly and she began to choke a bit. He leans her up a bit so she can stop choking. As he's patting her back a small stream of water flows underneath them. James begins to look around at the ground and notices that the small stream flowed through everywhere.
"Come on Michonne, I gotta get you back to the block." When goes to stand up he quickly forgets the pain in her arm and tries lifting one to put around his neck when she screams from the pain again he tells her, "Damn, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Having been in such a debilitating state for hours, Michonne has no true sense of what is going on around her. Her befuddling condition brought on by the combination of: sever fatigue and dehydration accompanied with a heavy dose of narcotics; She strains herself to tell him, "My arms and legs are useless; I've been hanging there all day."
James grabs his bag and bat then he hoisters Michonne over his shoulder, "Don't worry Michonne, hopefully I can get you back to the cul de sac without anyone from the group shooting me. Besides…I owe you."
Daryl walks out the front door with his crossbow and backpack when he sees Carl leaning down closely at what appears to be a walker in the distance.
"Carl! What the hell!" He screams and starts running down the block.
Carl doesn't hear Daryl as lifts Rosita and drapes her left arm around his shoulder. He struggles to drag her up the block; on occasion scrapping Rosita's knees against the asphalt. By the time Daryl reaches the two; he grabs Rosita from Carl and tells him to run to the house to let Bob and Sasha know that Rosita is hurt.
Rick runs out the front door to help with carrying Rosita in to the house. Tyreese holds the door open as they carry her inside. Once they lay her on the couch, Rick looks for a wound.
"It's a gun shot." He tells Daryl.
Bob and Sasha immediately run in to the house with one of the Army medical kits that were a part of Tero's surplus in the shed.
Glenn, Maggie and Abraham follow inside a few seconds later.
Bob starts taking off his jacket, "What is it", he looks at Rick and Daryl anxiously.
Rick lifts Rosita up on the couch and begins to take her blood soaked vest and shirt off, "Gunshot."
Sasha walks over to Bob as he holds his hands out; and pours alcohol on his hands. Then she douses her hands in alcohol as well.
"My god…" Sasha hopelessly says, "…she's as pale as a ghost. She must have been bleeding out for a while."
Rosita briefly opens her eyes in haze and looks at everyone in the room. She sees Abe standing in the kitchen door way; then she looks around and locks eyes with Daryl.
"Was Michonne with you? Have you seen her?" Carl questions.
There's barely any light in the stairway as Jane helps Judith walk upstairs to the bedroom. Half way up the stairs Jane drops Judith's hand due to another pain. She places her hand underneath her belly and clenches her eyes tightly together as she leans against the wall and banister for support.
Judith looks up at her in surprise when Jane suddenly drops her hand; then she observes the stress in her body language and carefully inches over towards her out of concern and pulls on Jane's sweatpants for balance.
Jane looks down at the toddler seeing the obvious concern on her face, "No, no Judy-tooty, I'm alright." As she's reaching for the wall banister for leverage to get up the rest of the stairs; she feels cool air hitting the skin in her inner thigh then down her leg; as the a small stream of liquid continues to escape her vagina she crusades up the rest of the stairs leaving Judith to climb up by herself the rest of the way.
The curtains in Carl's old bedroom window are wide open allowing the late afternoon daylight in to the room. Jane hastily staggers to the window but before she lifts it she feels a heavier and warm surge flowing down her legs; when she looks down at her sweat pants she gravely notes that the flood of liquid is blood.
She rushes to opens the window and looks over at the barricade for Carl, "Carl!" She waits to see if he responds, "Carl!" She screams again but hears no response.
Judith finishes climbing upstairs; then crawls over to the bedroom toward Jane while softly crying, "Ja…Ja".
Jane turns around then holds her belly while walking towards Judith, "I'm o.k. Judith, Mommy's o.k." She walks past Judith and goes in to the bathroom and shuts the door.
Judith continues to cry but stops crawling and sits while Jane goes in to the bathroom and shuts the door. She fearfully looks around the room hoping to see a familiar face for a few minutes; until she hears a large crash then a loud thud in the bathroom.
She stops crying and crawls over to the bathroom door; then pulls herself up with the door and attempts to turn the knob, "Ja…Ja, Ja, Ja". After a few minutes she finally turns the door knob and the bathroom door opens but only partly. Judith knows that the door opens more but something is stopping it.
When she pushes on the door, she sees Jane's blood covered foot lifelessly slide from in back of the door and in to the small opening; at the bottom of her gathered sweat pants something about the size of peache eerily squirms about.