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My knuckles were bruised like violets
Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked
Spineless in my tomb of silence
Tore your banners down, took the battle underground
And maybe it was ego swinging
Maybe it was her
Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur
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Everything is a blur.
Bullets. Head. Hershel. Sword. Guns. Tank. Fence. Bus. Baby. Fire. Tears. Vomit. Explosions.
Maggie helps Rosanna stand and leads her towards the bus. She shakes her head. "Glenn's inside! I have to get him. I have to get Glenn."
Her voice is shaky. She can't breathe. She can't focus. A headache starts to pound.
She runs inside the cell block. She finds Glenn climbing down the stairs. "We have to get everyone out of here." She says.
They help their people out of the cells and she pushes him onto the bus once they're outside. "I'll be right back. I have to find the kids."
He hugs her briefly. She takes off trying to find Carl or Judith. Any of them.
She turns back when she hears the bus moving. Without them. Daryl suddenly grabs her arm and drags her behind a car.
"We have to leave." He grunts.
"What about everyone? Where are they?" She starts to panic but takes a slight sigh of relief knowing that Glenn is on the bus.
He shakes his head. "We'll find them. We have to go."
She nods, feeling lightheaded. She has a slight limp. She must've fallen at some point and hurt her foot. He helps her stand and she spots a baby carrier sitting in the middle of the courtyard.
"Judith..." She whispers.
They rush to it and find her inside. She's okay. She sighs and picks her up. "Hey..." She whispers. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. We're gonna be okay."
Daryl wraps an arm around her and helps them both as they make their way out the back.
She turns to face the prison. Everything is gone. Fences are down. Walkers are wandering. She doesn't see anyone else.
She cradles Judith in her arms. Everything is gone.
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They run for miles. Dodging walkers. It's dark now. They're sitting under a tree. Daryl built a fire.
Judith is asleep in Rosanna's arms. She sighs.
"We should do something."
He doesn't say anything.
"We should do something. We can't be the only ones left. I saw the bus leave. Glenn was on it. Maggie, Beth, Michonne. Ty, Sasha, Rick. Carl, Carol, Bob. They have to be alive. They have to." She says quietly.
The light from the flames flickers across his face. "Dunno."
She scoffs. "Don't. Don't pull that shit on me, D. We just lost our home. We just lost Hershel. Don't shut me out now too."
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Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)
Fanfictionde·struc·tion: the action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired. When the apocalypse started, college-student Rosanna Blake was on vacation in Atlanta with her family. After a supply run go...
