succumb - glenn rhee

[THIRTY-SEVEN] the helicopter

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN// THE HELICOPTER
"NO FUCKIN' WAY."

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Her shaky hands clutched the blanket tightly around her, her body trembling with chills. Elizabeth stared into the peak of sunlight coming from the bottom of the garage door. She fidgeted on the cement ground, pushing her cheek against the warm concrete.

Warmth spread throughout her body, slightly calming her shaking body. She thought of him. The happiness he brought her, her smile spread hope through her pained figure.

She didn't know when Michonne, Andrea, and Theodora would return. They had left with the hope of finding medicine for the illness that was wrecking through Elizabeth. They had been gone for what felt like hours.

Elizabeth felt absolutely helpless. She could barely walk at most parts of the day. The Horvath couldn't stop coughing. Her lungs constantly burned, and there was almost no hope left within her.

She had witnessed her fathers brutal death, her brother was most likely dead, and so was he. The small group never spoke his name, knowing it would be too painful for the girl to hear, alike to how they never spoke of Theodora's father. Elizabeth had put on a strong front in the beginning, focusing on keeping herself and her niece alive.

But as time progressed, it seemed her body was projecting the sickness she felt inside her heart from the constant loss, into her wellness. She would so constantly think back to the time of the farm. Shen she and her family were safe. They had food, water, medical supplies. They had a home.

And then it was just gone.

She missed her home there. the happy atmosphere with her friends around her. With him constantly being with her.

Elizabeth wished she had accepted her feelings earlier. She had wasted so much time being scared of losing him, she couldn't enjoy the time she did have with him.

She wished she wouldn't have separated from him and her brother on that fateful night. That she would've ran faster, would've met up with the car. She wished that her niece didn't have to grow up so fast.

Fast footsteps sounded from the room beside her, where she had previously been laying on a cot. Only then could Elizabeth hear the threes calls for her. They entered within seconds, each with a weapon drawn, most likely expecting for to have been found by a walker and turned.

Michonne was first to put away her weapon, stepping forward with a half-filled water bottle and package of antibiotics. Theodora bounded forward, assisting Michonne in sitting Elizabeth up.

Within the last 6 months, Theodora had grown tremendously. Not only height wise, but emotionally. She had taken on a protective role over her aunt, while Elizabeth believed it should be the other way around. Michonne had taught her how to wield a katana, while Andrea and Elizabeth had assisted in teaching her how to use a gun.

Elizabeth knew that there was no longer potential for a cushy life for the 11-year old. Theodora had to learn the ways of the new world. She had lost her father and grandfather. She could no longer have a true childhood. Rather she would grow up in a world of death and destruction.

Andrea smiled down at Elizabeth as michonne popped the pills into the horvath's mouth before raising up the bottle of water. Despite their original, mutual, dislike for one another, Andrea and Elizabeth had grown close in these last 6 months. Mostly pushing away any hatred for the other as they worked together to survive. The four had grown together like a small family, working with each other in sync as they scavenged and fought the undead.