"Adrian, what would you like to do today?" I begin to make cookies.
"Can we finger paint again?" His eyes plead. I lean over at the table with a smile across my face. "Just promise not to get it all over your face again."
I bring out the paints and I continue to mix the cookie dough. "Mommy, i finished." Adrian holds his picture up. "It's me you and daddy." As i look at the picture, tears slip from the corner of my eyes. "Why are you crying mommy?" I wipe them away. "Because it's beautiful. I'll hang it on the fridge." I hang it and when i turn around, a walker is behind Adrian.
"NOO!" I grab the knife from the counter and run towards the walker. Not my son. Not again. But then a man appears ,out of no where, in front of me, plunging a knife in my abdomen. I look at the guy in shock. His face, Aron, smiling while pushing the knife deeper and deeper. "I'm doing this for everyone." I watch as i choke on my own blood, him pulling out a gun and amaing it at my head. "Zach wants to see you."
I sit up, breathing deep for air. My shirt is drenched with sweat and my body is shaking. It was only a dream. That is until i look down at my exposed stomach with bandage covering it.
"Hey, hey, you're awake." I didn't notice Rick sitting next to my bed. I reaches for my hand and kisses the top of my head.
"Ri-" i get interrupted by the pain in my stomach. "Ugh!" I groan while squeezing Rick's hand. I loosen noticing im sweezing too tight. "Sorry." I whisper.
"No reason to be sorry. I've been worrying my ass all night about you. I didn't know where you were." He makes little circles on my face.
"I need to get up." I say while moving my feet off the bed. He stops me. "You can't be moving alot. Hershel said to stay put."
"How did he help if he was in quarantine?"
"Michonne, Daryl and Tyreese ran to a small store and grabbed whatever we could use to be helpful. They are still...sick." we were suppose to be the ones to help them. Guilt rushes through me.
"Where's Bob?" Rick looks down.
"We haven't found him yet." I never really talked to Bob but he was one of us.
"We'll send another search tomorrow." We both stay silent, staring into eachothers eyes. "I have to go help clean up from last night." He reaches down, pressing his lips against mine. He leaves a nip that makes me go crazy inside. I let out a low moan from his movements until he pulls apart. "I'll be back later." Before he leaves the cell he turns around. "And don't get up darling."
I wait for his footsteps to fade then I try to get up. I have one leg over. Now just one more-"Iris what are you doing?"
"Jesus Carl." He nearly gave me a heart attack. He's just like this dad.
"You can't walk around like that...here, i brought you something to eat." I can't help but cherrish this moment. I chow down the fresh vegetables and beans on my dish.
I don't want to be stuck in this bed anymore. "Carl can you help me up?"
With a straight face he answers.
"You need your rest. Besides, it's better in here than out there." He says quietly. I examine Carl trying to think what he's thinking.
"If you have something on your mind, you know you can tell me."
He hesitates. "I-I don't want to pinpoint Aron but...never mind."
"No Carl, i want to hear what you have to say." I reassure.
"Sometimes, i get this gut feeling he...did something bad. Ever since he's been in that room, the killing has stopped."
I stare blankly at him. What he told me, I've been hiding it myself hoping it isn't true. I push it back, letting him know he could be wrong. He has to be wrong. I have to be wrong.
"I don't think he is..." I say forcefully. I feel like there is a voice in my head telling me he's the one but there's me pushing it aside.
Both of us get lost in this idea.
My abdomen shoots out another pain.
"Are you okay?!"
"It just...hurts. I haven't looked at it yet."
I peak under my bandage to see myself stitched up. "That's one nasty scar" i say under my breath.
Carl was about to speak until a loud boom shakes the entire prison. Screams fill the block.
Carl has fear written all over him. "I'll check what it was."
"Stay put. You can't put yourself out there like that. "
"I'll be back." Carl dashes out my cell before i have a chance to call him back.
What the hell just happened?
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Officer Blue (Rick Grimes FF)
Fanfiction25 year old Iris, has not seen a human since the 3 years she's been alone. It is until then she discovers that it's better for herself. She has secrets that need to be hidden and that's what separates her from the rest of everyone else. She may...
