𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐝. 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧¹

𝐱𝐢𝐱.

𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚘, 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟶

𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙴'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Here ya go."

"Thank you." I softly smiled at Beth as she gave me some water.

I felt myself grimace in pain as I moved to get comfortable in the chair I was sitting in.

"Hershel says that you need to take it easy." Skylar spoke.

"I am." I sighed.

I heard the door open, but I didn't care at the moment. I also heard footsteps come closer as Maggie passed me to make something.

Skylar gasped, her eyes trained on something behind me.

"What?" I asked before I turned to see what she was looking at.

No. No fucking way. He's alive?

"Hey, Nattie."

Nicky...

I slowly got up from my chair—keeping my right hand on my wound—and rushed into my twin brothers arms.

"Nicky, you're alive?" I whispered, my arms around his neck, his around my waist.

"Well, if you think that I'm dead, then, I look pretty good for a dead guy." He joked.

I pulled back and punched him in the stomach. "Stai zitto."
(Shut up.)