𝙇𝘼 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼
Bonnie Everett's life was already hard, from balancing her four year old, an on and off boyfriend, to serving pancakes from nine to three and standing behind a bar from six to eleven. It didn't get any easier when she overturne...
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"A FLU?" Bonnie asked, taking a sip from her tea. "Jesus, like getting bit wasn't bad enough."
"I know, it could get any of us." Carol mixed around her herbs in her tea.
Carol was now but a shadow of the woman Bonnie first met at the highway. But from day one, Bonnie could proudly call Carol one of her closest friends.
A deadly flu was spreading trough the prison. That's how Patrick turned. After Bon's and Rick's fight, he issued a quarantine for the sick people. Two were now quarantined.
Both of the woman were sitting outside the prison, on their daily tea breaks. Sam was cuddled up to Carol in her lap, the woman loved him like he was her own.
"Seeing Mika's and Lizzie's father die because of all this... Bonnie we can't keep doing this." Carol caressed Sam's back and looked up to her friend. "That can't happen again." Her tone all too serious.
Bonnie could see, feel what Carol's eyes told her. "What are you thinking?" Bonnie didn't even feel the question leave her lips.
"It has to end now, before it reaches the kids. You get that, right?"
Bonnie bit her teeth together. She knew. "I'm not going to stop you, Care."
Carol exhaled and smiled at Sam in her lap. "Good, I was counting on that."
"Just make it quick."
"I just worry about him, you know?" Bonnie poured gasoline on the over dozen bodies.
"I get it." Hershel said handing her another can pf gasoline. "In times like this raising kids can be rough."
"Tell me about it."
Bonnie volunteered to help Hershel burn the bodies in the woods away from the prison. She would always be thankful to the man about letting her give birth in a save place. She remembered peoples good deeds.
"I don't think that you have to worry about Sam. All kids are different, they develop on their own terms. Where some kids are better, Sam couldn't be, but where other kids aren't as good, Sam is better." Hershel said while going to the truck for more gasoline.
Bonnie smiled. She didn't need to worry. "Thank you, Hershel."
"Any time, dear."
As he gathered the last can of gasoline from their truck, he spun around and the last thing she saw as his face turned worried.
She felt something strike her head from the back as the vision turned dark and she fell to the ground.
The Governor. He did this. Hershel was still knocked out, he body slouched against the window in the RV he but them in. Bonnie sat next to Hershel when she heard the doors open.
