As you opened your eyes, your vision was blurry and your ears were ringing. You could see huge flames of fire everywhere around you. The screams becoming more audible, screams of pain, screams of grief, screams of anger and confusion.
What just happened?
The last thing you could remember was you running from the cabin into the building.
You tried to sit up with the help of your elbows, a wave of pain going through your body. You clinch your teeth together. A groan escaping your mouth. The shadow of a tall figure appears before you, holding a knife in his left hand and an automatic weapon in his right. He puts the knife in the pouch hanging around his belt and offers you a hand. "Here you are! I don't know what you did, but I told you to be careful with the shovel, didn't I?" Dwight. You can see the grin on his face without even being able to actually see his face. You scoff and take his hand, another wave of pain going through your body. He puts his arm around your shoulder "come on, let's get you out of here.", he practically drags you since you have no energy left. Your vision still hasn't settled yet and all you can make out are the flames spreading around the building, debris was everywhere, I tried my best not to fall with each step I took.
"Stay here" You're sitting against one of the walls of the cafeteria, your hand pressing the wound on your stomach to stop the bleeding. "No. I'll come with you..." you try to stand "...I'm fine, you can't go out there alone" your voice sounded less confident than you wanted it to and Dwight let out a small laugh. "Yeah, sure you are" he rolls his eyes and puts you back on the ground pushing your shoulders. "You stay here, okay? I'm going to get some bandage for that wound of yours, I'll be back soon. But in the meantime I just need you to keep sitting on that lazy ass of yours, shouldn't be a problem, right?" He's standing there, oh so confident, with his hands on his hips, grinning and his eyebrows up. You shake your head, rolling your eyes. "Besides, you'll just slow me down." Pointing his finger accusingly at you. "Ok... good just- just don't take to long cause this shit hurts like hell"
Dwight puts his gun down next to you, leaving with only his pocket knife and machete. "Please don't die" his voice is softer and you can hear the worry in his voice. You scoff "Wow, is it that bad?" "Not really, I just don't want to go out there for nothing"
•
Dwight left some minutes ago or was it hours? You're starting to feel numb, your head is on the verge of exploding and your eyes are slowing drifting away. You can still feel the aching pain coming from your stomach but it doesn't really bother you anymore. The pain from your stomach is nothing compared to your current headache. There's nothing but complete utterly darkness when you look outside the windows that are located high above anyone's reach. You can feel your body temperature going down by the minute with only your tanktop keeping you warm, if that even counts. Thirsty. Your throats burning. How long has it been? How long have you been here? Were it minutes? Hours? Maybe even days? What if he just left, escaped? You wouldn't blame him if he did.
What am I supposed to do? I can't stay here but I also don't have the courage to get up. What if I just sleep for 5 more minutes... won't make that big of difference right.
You place the back of your head against the wall and let your eyes close.
"Hey" "Hey" "Wake up" You have no idea what's happening. The room is spinning, vision still blurry but you can make out the silhouette of a man kneeling in front of you.
•
You open your eyes again, you can see the floor underneath you moving. The man is carrying you on his shoulder. You're just hanging there like a lifeless body, your arms dangling against his back. Everything is still messy, your vision, your hearing, your headache, everything that just could be wrong. And before you know, your eyes close again.
•
The safe feeling of warm sheets wrapped around you, thick cold pillows and a lazy mood. Those three seconds felt like a dream until reality starts hitting you slowly. Those typical questions "where am I?" , "Who am I?" , "is it a school day? Please say no." Start wondering in your head. You sit up but the burning pain coming from the wound in your stomach causes you to quickly drop yourself back down. "I tried my best stitching you up, it healed pretty good already, you should've seen it before. But I'm afraid the scares will stay a lot longer, maybe longer than you." Negan walks in, with the typical Negan smirk on his face. He's wrapping his hand in some bandage, making only eye contact for not more than three full second before continuing to wrap his hand in a burrito. He's wearing a white shirt, covered with blood around his collar.
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You shift awkwardly and look at the covers like they're the most fascinating thing you've ever seen. "I- uhm thank you. How- when did you-"
"I went looking for you, I got told you were with Dwight so I excepted you would be safe that was until I heard Dwight didn't survive."
"He- Dwight died?"
He sits down on the corner of the bed, he puts his hand on your leg that's still packed warmly underneath the covers. "I'm sorry" A tear rolls down your cheek. You don't know how to feel, you don't know how you feel. Everything is just so so messed up right now and before you know an other one rolls down your cheek and another and another. Until you start shaking uncontrollably "he was just- if he just stayed with me-" "Hey, hey, hey, come here" Negan now sits next to you, wrapping you in his arms, your head in his shoulder and his head resting on your yours, shushing you down. "I got you, I got you" You let go everything what's been on your mind. You just sit there and cry and he keeps on comforting you. If only you could just stay like that forever. That's all you want. His presence. His voice. His arms wrapped around you. All you want is him. Is it to much to ask. To much to feel safe in a world like this. Because with him, you do, you feel oh so very safe in this oh so not very safe world.
