Morgan Grimes

-Chapter 34-

Morgan's PoV

The day started out as any other does when you live in an apocalypse but are lucky enough to find yourself behind strong metal walls that keep you safe. People heading out for a supply run. Today, there were two groups leaving the safety of our home to venture out into the wilderness. Daryl, Rosita and Denise in the first group, looking for medical supplies and Abraham and Eugene also heading out for God knows what because I wasn't listening when Eugene explained it to me.

I was on gate duty, how I got landed with it was beyond me. I didn't usually have shifts in the gate, normally I was up on a tower keeping guard. As much as I hate to admit it, gate duty fucking sucked. Tara was right.

Somewhere along the way, the two groups must've joined up because when they returned it was in one wave. Eugene was injured, he'd been shot and Abraham and Rosita took him straight to the infirmary. Denise wasn't with them and Daryl looked distraught, he was trailing after the three.

"Oi, you, get down here, you're on shift now." I shouted to the man up on the watch tower. I didn't give him time to respond before I took off running, catching up to the older man. I stood in front of him and said nothing as I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

He returned the hug and we stayed like that for a minute or so before he pulled back, "C'mon." He said and the two of us headed towards the infirmary.

Inside lay a now bandages up unconscious Eugene with Rosita next to him, Abraham was no where to be seen inside, Rosita telling us that he went to get the others.

I walked around to the other chair at the side of the bed and sat down in it, Daryl going to stand by the window.

After a short while, Abraham returned, "Ricks coming." He said to us, "How is he?"

"Bullet just grazed him." Rosita explained, "But it's a good thing we got him back when we did. The antibiotics we picked up could save him from an infection, could save his life. That's what Denise did." She was interrupted by Eugene coughing, "You here?" She asked.

"Present." He grumbled, clearly in pain.

"Good." Abraham said and I stood up so they could talk in private.

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Carol and I accompanied Daryl as he carried Denise's body over to the gravesite. We had helped him dig her grave and were now helping in filling it. Shovel after shovel we covered the white sheet she was wrapped in, Daryl stopping and looking down at a key chain with the name 'Dennis' on it.

He continued shovelling and then stopped again, fishing out a small bottle of some sort of alcohol and drinking it all in one go.

I didn't stop to question him, continuing to sprinkled dirt down into the hole in the ground, "You were right." I heard Carol say, "I knew it when you said it." I had no clue what she was on about and so I didn't question it and Daryl didn't reply either.

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When I woke up the next morning, Carl was already gone, his bed a mess of bedsheets that he hadn't bothered to fix. I stumbled out of the bedroom and went across the hall to the bathroom, locking the door and then getting in the shower. Once I was done I dried my hair to the best of my ability and tied it up in a braid before I brushed my teeth and then got dressed.

As I walked down the stairs to head to the kitchen I was stopped by a knock at the door, "Morning Tobin, what's up?" I asked as I opened it.

The man held out a piece of paper and I took it, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, "Morgan? Who's at the door?" I heard dad shout down from upstairs.