The Walking Dead-Judith's life

Settling

That afternoon we go upstairs and clean around. I know we won't live here forever, but for now it's ok.
We didn't had time to pack, considering the country's population was back from the dead and we quickly has to escape, other wise I would've packed my 'essentials'. Hair ties, extra clothes, anything. My long brown hair is open to my ribs. I look around and luckily find a rubber band. I ask Michonne to put my hair in a braid and I sit on the floor in front of her while she sits on the couch.
"Judith."
"Yeah?"
"You know for a first time survivor, you're pretty brave."
"Carl told me to never let my guard down. Even though the walkers were 'gone' he told me to be brave, and now, I guess I'm ready."
"I'm sorry about Mark. I know you two were pretty close,"
"I know. Thanks. I just feel like it's my fault." She taps my shoulder and ties the end of my braid.
"Hey," she looks at me and smiles. "Blame the disease, the walkers, never you."
I smile and I go drink some water.
"Can I go to the attic? Check it out there?" I ask my dad.
"Go with someone." he answers.
"I'll go." Michonne comes up to me. If there's anything her sword can take care of it.
We head upstairs into what used to be the master bedroom and go into the closet. I put take my knife out and climb the ladder.
She opens the door and we go inside.
"Oh my god." she mutters under her breath. I see why. The family that used to live her decided to take their own life. Each with a scarf or belt, hanging themselves. From left to right, the father, mother, son (about 19-20), and a daughter (6 or 7).
"Michonne," I start to tear up. "Oh my," I can't finish my sentence. I hear moans and growls as the family is awake.
I take my knife and stick it through the father's left eye. Then the mother's. Then I go to the boy's and stop. I think of Mark. What if... no. I take it stab him the forehead. I take my knife back and stand in front of the little girl. My knife is out and ready but I'm not.
I sit down and cry. I tried not to but I can't. This little girl, probably 6 decided to kill herself. She hung herself. She took her own life.
Michonne comes behind me and gives me a hug. "This is why you need to be brave." She shoves her sword through her mouth.
"I CAN'T! I CAN'T BE BRAVE! IM NOT READY!" I almost yell.
"Judith," she looks at me straight in the eye. "You can do this. I did it. I lost my son. My husband. A friend. You can. Trust me."
I give her a hug. "Let's go back downstairs, there's nothing here anyway."
We go back down and I tell my dad about what I saw. He said that they weren't brave, they weren't true survivors.
I know I am though. Well, I will be.
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