MAGGIE'S P.O.V
As I cleaned out my bowl, I just couldn't get the image of Rick out of my mind. From last night. He comforted me when no one else was there.
What am I saying? I just lost Glenn... That made me tear up.
I walked up to Rick, and looked him in the eye. "Thank you...for staying with me..." I hugged him, tightly as he wrapped his arms around me, also.
"Anytime..." I released the hug, smiling at him. I kissed him on the cheek, then headed up the stairs. While I was in the middle of the stairway, I went wide eyed when I heard a piercing yell from upstairs.
"ROSE! STOP!"
I muttered,"Carl..."
CARL'S P.O.V
Rose lunged at me, full force. A hunting knife in her grasp. She shoved me down onto the cement floor, wrestling above me.
"ROSE! STOP!" I screamed.
"IM HELPING YOU!" She yelled back.
Her knife swung right at my head, but before it hit the target, I grabbed her wrist. She struggled, but I could still stop her.
Her arm was raised in the air, my force pushing it back.
"Shh..." I whispered. "Just stop...slowly...release your arm..." I tried to make it as easy as possible.
She stared at me, tears in her eyes as I felt her pressure loosen. Soon, her arm went limp and she fell beside me. She huddled up next to me, sobbing into my shirt.
"It's okay...you're okay..." I rubbed her head, gently.
"Is everything okay?!?" Maggie ran in, worried.
"Yeah, yeah...it's fine..." I said, looking down at Rose.
"Okay?" Maggie said, walking off.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked Rose, calmly.
"I want the best for you...For us..." She mumbled.
"That's not the best, Rose... I wouldn't be here with you if you did that..."
"I would be with you...a knife is reusable..."
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The Walking Dead: Secrets
FanfictionThis is a play I have been writing in school, but I am changing it into a book. It is based off of The Walking Dead, but my version. Still, some of the characters, and others are just added in. A zombie apocalypse occurred and now a group of people...
