One Bullet....Two Lives... (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

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   "Becoming fearless is not the point...It's learning how to control your fear and be free from it."

                                                      Chapter Thirty-Two

~Angel's POV~

             It has been only a week...

   Only a week we have been here and I cant handle the stress anymore. Everywhere I look, it seems like more people is suspiciously dissapearing or never coming out of their rooms. I see more people hacking into bloody cloths, more people complaining about their symptoms, more people scared and worried also. Only Daryl and me seemed to be the only ones taking notice in our group. I haven't ate in a week...Its killing me. I cant stand for very long without feeling like I am going to pass out. I have lied through my teeth, struggling to make sure everyone believes me. I even got Daryl to believe me, which trust me was very hard.

   We still havent told them about our little secret yet..I have been dying to tell them. Little Ass Kicker seems to be doing fine still, no sign of sickness..yet. It horrifies me in my dreams, thinking she was b casued pain and suffering from this if we dont do anything about it. Everone moved outside and just sat on the dirt with our breakfest. A chill had set into the crisp air, black clouds rolling in above. The wind blew my ponytail around and leaves scattered everywhere. I took a deep breath as I looked at everyone's plate of food. They seemed okay and I have thought many times of just eating but...my skin crawled everytime I saw those people.

   "I think It is time for me to name my baby.." Rick blurted out in dead silence. Everyone turned to him and waited eagerly for him to say more. I knew everybody as been waiting on the name of the baby girl. Dont get me wrong, Little Ass Kicker was a great nickname but..she needed a real name. Rick took a deep breath and wiped at the corners of his eyes. I knew he yearned for Lori to be there with him to name their child but now it was up to him. Car squeezed my hand, smiling at me eagerly. I chuckled, wincing as my stomach churned painfully. We waited in silence, Rick looking at the precious girl and thinking. He finally cracked a smile and cradled her in his chest.

   "Judith..." The name was perfect for her, like it was made for the baby. Judith...I loved it. Everyone seemed to agree as they cheered and each got to hold Judith. Rick smiled even though tears were streaming down his face. Lori wouldve loved the name, she would have. Carl chuckled as he cooed her name to her and kissed her forehead. To ruin the special moment, I felt a sickening urge in the pit of my stomach. I let out a quiet groan and stood up. Carl looked at me questionly.

   "I-I need to use the bathroom. Be right back." I managed to get out as I turned and practically ran around the corner of the building. I didnt even make it to the door as I sank to my knees and threw up. There was nothing to throw up though, so it was just painful dry heaves. After what seemed forever, the feeling drained away and I could breath again. I took a deep breath and rested my back against the cool, brick, wall. I rubbed my head, gasping for air. I put a hand on my empty stomach, the hunger was really getting to me. My head throbbed from the burst of energy I forced when I was running. My legs felt like jello and heavy as concrete at the same time.

    I finally managed to sit up, relieved no one saw my little episode. My stomach cramped up and I winced as I walked slowly back into the open area. I wiped my forehead with my arm and took a deep breath. I let out a sigh when I felt cool raindrops cool down my burning skin. Carl looked at me suspiciously but I smiled as best as I could and turned my attention back to the baby. When the storm increased and the raindrops got fatter, we all decided to head inside. The cool air hit my skin as we walked in, making me start to shiver. Carl rubbed my arms and kissed my head as we walked to our room. I smiled weakly, my heart was hammering inside my chest.