Are we really living?//TWD

FIVE

I'm sitting at a picnic table outside talking with a woman named Sasha about aiming skills and stuff before everything.

"I was a firefighter before all off this happened, what about you?" She questions I inhale deeply.

"I was a lot of this before but even before all of this happened I was and still am a survivor. But I am medically experienced educationally and on the streets" I say and she nods in understanding.

We both turn our heads when we hear walking coming up to us, Rick had a determined look on his face.

"Hey can I speak with you in private?" He asks me then looks over at Sasha.

"Yeah sure thing" she says then leaves with her sniper rifle. Rick takes Sasha seat across from me.

"Can I ask you a couple of questions?" He asks me and I intertwine my fingers together then placing them on the table.

"Are they personal?" I ask with a low tone.

"Could be"

"Ask"

"How many walkers have you killed?" He asks. I run my fingers through my hair thinking.

"100 500 who knows?" I answer honestly.

"How many people have you killed?" He asks.

"85"

"Why?"

"Because she asked me to and the others were to avenge her death, I was not going to let her die in vain" I answer simply and honestly.

He nods in understanding.

"What we're you before?" He asks I think he means like if I was a doctor.

"Like I said to Sasha I was a lot of things but if you do mean medical training I do know enough to patch somebody up" I say and he nods.

"We could use a lot more doctors here" He says.

"But if I do stay I will not only stay here I would like to also go on runs" I say.

"Daryl told me about your mental condition" he confesses.

"Yes I am a little psychotic but I am capable of anything and I will tell you I will laugh when there is a sad situation I am just letting you know so you don't think I'm weird" I say.

"Well I already kinda think you are weird" he says with a chuckle at the end and I shrug.

"You do not have to love me, you do not even have to like me. But you will and most certainly respect me and my decisions even if you do not agree with them" I tell him and he is just starting at me in fear.

"I can be the most nicest person or I will be the most nastiest bitch you have ever met" I explain to him and he nods.

Sooner or later it was dinner time there was roast beef and white rice which didn't taste bad.

Maggie was sitting on I guess my bed with me talking about memories.

"So was it a man or a woman?" She asks meaning my spouse, I pull out a photo from my back pocket of my family and handed it to her.

She smiled as she was scanning the picture.

"Her name was Francesca and my baby's name was Ophelia she was 8 months when she passed" I say with a blank look on my face playing the memory in my head.

Im holding my wife's dying body her blood is leaving her body from gunshot wounds and a bite.

Cold tears streaming down my warm face. We both had just witnessed a man with grey mustache, and a receding hair line slaughter our baby.

"No exceptions am I right?" He chuckles then leaves with his people. As I'm holding my dying lover under pouring rain trying to hold in my sobs.

She holds up a handgun towards me
"Please...do it" she croaks out and I immediately shake my head no.

"I can't do it myself please I don't want to become one of those monster but please promise me this" she proposes. I nod.

"Yes yes anything' I say.

"I want you to kill the person in charge who did this, I will not allow our daughter to die in vain" she says with tears streaming down her pale face.

"Of course I will. I love you" I say.

She smiles, "I love you too you were my first love' she says and I kiss her forehead.

My shaking hands hold the handgun up to her temple as she closes her eyes then smiles bigger.

I squeeze my eyes shut then I pull the trigger.

"Tony?" Maggie questions with a concerned look before I knew it I have tears running down my face as I'm chuckling.

"Sorry just stuff" I say riding my face of tears.

"You can tell me you know that but I also know how stubborn you are" she says and I chuckle.

"Just...just stay a little longer please?" I ask and she nods. She rests her head on my shoulder as we intertwined our fingers.