Estella Brandy, a strong, brave six year old girl that was left alone to die in the apocalypse by her mother. Thinking that she wouldn't be able to survive with a child, she took off in the middle of the night and left Estella alone. However, Daryl...
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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT !
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LOSS WAS NEVER EASY. all estella wanted to do was lay in her bed and sleep for the rest of eternity, but she couldn't. it was hard, but she knew that she just had to push on. she loved charlotte, she was her best friend - now she was gone. there was nothing she could do about it.
people lived, and then they died. there was no point in sitting down and risking everybody else's lives whilst you dwell on it.
it was hard to grasp, but it was something you learned to grasp as time went on and you lost more people. it was the way of believing that they were somewhere better, now. you fight to survive, then you die. it's all life has ever been.
daryl and estella went back to cell block D after. daryl told her not to go back, but she did. she followed him in. she wanted to help. they went to another cell, where they found the second case of the disease that clearly was going around.
charlie laid on the floor, blood seeping down his face. it was nothing like estella had ever seen before, nor issy, who stood at the side of her for comfort. bob, hershel, Dr.S, daryl, rick, issy, and estella all stood around.
"no bites, no wounds. i think he just died." rick said.
"horribly, too. pleurisy aspiration." Dr.S said.
"choked to death on his own blood. caused those trails down his face." hershel explained to them all.
"i've seen them before on a walker outside the fences." issy said, furrowing her eyebrows as she got a closer look.
"i saw them on patrick, too." daryl nodded.
"they're from the internal lung pressure building up, like if you shake a soda can and pop the top. only... imagine your eyes, ears, nose and throat are the top." Dr.S explained.
"it's a sickness... from the walkers?" bob questioned.
"no, these things happened before they were around. could be pneumococcal. most likely an aggressive flu strain."
"someone locked him in just in time." estella spoke.
"no, charlie used to sleepwalk. locked himself in. hell, he was just eatin' barbecue yesterday. how could somebody die in a day just from a cold?" daryl huffed.
"i had a sick pig, it died quick. saw a sick boar in the woods." rick said, shrugging his shoulders in confusion.
"pigs and birds, that's how these things spread in the past. we need to do something about those hogs." hershel said.
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