|fanfiction|The Walking Dead|Cancer Perks?

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A/N Emma for my story is played by Natalie Portman,with her shaved head.This goes out to my favorite Viner,Emma Diabetes who's cancer relapsed and had to shave her head last night because the chemo is making her hair fall out.Also,Carl is 16 in this story,and Rick is only surviving with his children and Michonne and they haven't been through a whole lot but Rick can still be pretty trusting.Emma in this story has Lung cancer and Rhabdomyosarcoma.

"How am I still alive?" I ask my mother.

"Because we have doctors to give you treatme-"

"No,I mean...I-the treatment doesn't always work.It just slows my death.Besides,I'd rather be dead."

"Stop thinking like that."

"We should have went to Alexandria,we would have had a better chance,mom.'Seattle Grace Hospital' isn't the best place to be."

"When your daughter has Rhabdomyosarcoma,it is."

I sighed and rolled my eyes.She was right.I lied down on the cot,fiddling with the end of my hospital gown.

"Emma,can you go to the lobby and make sure the reinforcements aren't damaged.It'll give you something to do."

"Alright,hand me my shorts?" She handed me my shorts and I slipped them on under my hospital gown.I went over to the coat rack and grabbed my jean jacket and put it on.
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When I stepped out of the elevator,I walked over to the door.I looked up and down the wood,nails,and whatever we had to keep the door blocked.

As I was checking the bottom board,closest to the floor,a pair of hands started banging at the door.

I jumped back,startled.It was a boy about my age,with a sheriff's hat on his head.I pointed towards the other door,which was painted to look like a wall on the outside.I unlocked it and let him,a man with a beard,and a thin black woman holding a baby,in.

"Thank you." The old man said.

"Wait,can I trust you?I know I can't rely on your words but tell me,honestly."

"You can trust us.By the way,my name is Rick,but I need to know, can we trust YOU?"

I nodded and led them to the elevator.Once we were all inside,I informed them "You're the first people we've taken in,Rick."

Then the boy my age spoke up.

"You a patient here or somethin'?" He says,gesturing to my hospital gown.

"Something like that."

He shrugged and the elevator opened.
"Stay here." I told them.

"Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"There's a 'group' with me,I let them in."
"Emma.You didn't."
"They're trustworthy."
"I have to meet them and I will not hesitate to send them out the door if they aren't useful."
"Fine."
I led her to the elevator,gesturing to Rick,and the other three.

"Any of you have some sort of 'experience'?"
"Yeah,we've been on our own for a while now."
She eyed them up and down then said "One slip up and you're out."
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The boy's name was Carl,which is what I was told by Rick.Carl followed me to one of the spare hospital rooms,which we turned into a regular room.I opened the door to the room,and motioned towards the inside.

"T-thanks." He muttered.

He walked in,and closed the door behind him.I sighed and went to the waiting room,where my mom was sitting,chatting with Rick and the black woman,who I didn't ask the name of still.I went over to one of the empty chairs,and sat down.

I picked up a magazine and flipped through it,pictures included women with long,luscious hair.I shut the magazine and put it on the table next to me.

"So,what's with the hair?" Rick asked.

"Oh.Um...Cancer."

"Oh,I'm sorry."

"It's fine,I used to get asked that a lot."

Rick nodded and introduced me to 'Michonne' and 'Judith'.

I talked with them for a bit and headed to my room.I slipped off my jacket and shorts,and climbed under the blankets.I closed my eyes,wondering if I'd wake up to see another day.
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I woke up to Carl shaking me awake.
"Huh?" I asked,rubbing my eyes.
"Your mother asked me to wake you."
I sighed,and sat up,swinging my feet onto the cold floor.

I followed him to the cafeteria,we were having some kind of food that the hospital has stocked full of,I thinks it's beans or something.

"Morning,Emma."
Rick waved at me and I grabbed a plate of the mystery food.
I poked it with a fork,and moved it around my plate.
"Emma,please eat.If you plan on surviving,you have to.

"Who said I wanted to survive?" I asked,rolling my eyes.

My mom slammed her fists on the table and walked out.

"Why would you not want to survive from walkers?" Carl asked.

"I'm not talking about the geeks,I'm talking about my Rhabdomyosarcoma."

"What the hell is that?"

"Cancer."

An expression of regret flashed across Carl's face.

"I-I'm sorry."

"No you aren't." I spat.

I got up and left,going to my room.
I sat down on the bed,and cried.I can't survive this,there's no other way for me to say it,really.

Carl walked in,setting a book on my nightstand.
'Divergent' was the title.I rolled over,facing the window.It was a nice day,for the apocalypse.I got up,and placed my hands on the window sill.

'Maybe I had a chance after all.'