FEARLESS ➳ TWD¹ [REWRITE/COMPLETED]

13 ➳ LAST DAY ON EARTH

* * * CONTAINS A TON OF CURSING, SO PROCEED TO READ WITH CAUTION * * *

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Darkness.

That is what it all was.

Just total and utter darkness.

Then... There was pain. Lots and lots of pain. It was in my head, chest, and my whole body, in general. My heart ached most of all. I felt guilty because, maybe, I had caused all of this. I don't know rather this will feel better on myself later on down the road or worse.

Dwight had stuffed us all in the back of a truck, like we were rapid animals. Glenn, Michonne, Rosita, Daryl, and myself were stuffed in here together. We barley could fit with all our big bodies as hips, knees, and feet touched. Thankfully, they had decided to take the fabrics from our mouths for us to breathe properly.

I hadn't stopped crying. I know that they were probably annoyed by it, but I couldn't stop crying for anything. Somehow, Glenn had reached over – with his hands still tied-up behind him – and tried to soothe me. "Please calm down, Tess."

"She's having a panic attack," Michonne added, noticing my appearance somehow in this dark box. "Tess, you need to calm down. You're getting too worked up. It's going to be okay."

Before the rise of the dead, between the drinking, partying, and working... I had major anxiety. I used to mix my medicine with alcohol, which didn't help anyone – especially myself. Paul used to have to sit me down and help me through each of my panic attacks.

If only he was here right now, I would probably feel a lot better. Still, in the same thought, I am definitely more happier that he isn't here.

"I don't feel good," I admitted, feeling both of my arms and face numbing up. "I want to leave. I want us all to leave."

"Well, we can't," I heard Rosita whisper from being across from me. As a matter of fact, if I'm not mistaken, it's her legs that I'm tangled-up with right now. "So, just calm down. Don't make them come back in here."

I shook my head and closed my eyes for a moment, letting the last bit of hot tears that I had come down my warm cheeks. "Is D-Daryl okay? I haven't heard anything from him in a while. Daryl... Are you... Are you okay? Please say something."

"Daryl?" Glenn squeaked out his name for extra effect, then I heard a slight scuffle. What I'm thinking is Glenn nudged him since they're so closely together over there.

"Mm," we all heard Daryl hum under his breath. "I-I'm fine, Tess."

I heard him out, but it didn't feel right. It felt like he wasn't fine at all. When I was freaking out like that, Daryl would've said something to calm me down. He barley said anything at all. He's not okay. I know it.

"How long have we been in here?" I asked everybody, hoping for a legitimate answer.

"I don't know," I heard Glenn answer from beside me with a shrug. "But it's been a while. I know that."

Rosita's legs moved, trying to untangle from mine, but it was no use. We were tied in here together for good. "It's been hours. Maybe days. I don't know." She wasn't far off from what I assumed was the truth.

Abrutly, there seemed to be something going on outside. I could hear it just as the bright lights switched on outside, causing it to enter through the cracks in this hell-box. That couldn't be good. "What's going on?"