It had been a month, a month since I killed Dylan, and mom had barely said a word to me since. Dad understood enough to talk to me but was most definitely devastated as well. We left the farm a couple of days after Dylan because of the runners, which is what we now call the walkers that run and are stronger. Less than a week after we left, we ran out of water and food. Everyone was all weak, just waiting for something to happen as we walked across the road, sweating bullets.
We were waiting for Rick, Dad, Tyreese, Noah, and Michonne to get back from a run to Noah's old neighborhood, when I finally decided to confront mom.
I looked up at her to see that she was looking at me, a bit of hatred in her eyes.
"That's it," I whispered to myself before standing up from the ground, heading over to where she was sitting. "Mom," I said and she turned away from me. "Mom, just listen to me!" Her eyes glared at me for a moment. "Or at least stop staring at me with hatred in your eyes!" I yelled out.
"What?!" She snapped and stood up quickly. I was taken aback and my eyes widened in fear. "What the hell do you have to tell me?!"
Not one word escaped my mouth, even when I tried to speak, just nothing. I had never seen mom like this before. "What are you gonna say?! That you killed my son.....your brother."
Once she finally turned back around, I grabbed her shoulder and swung her back around. "I DIDN'T WANT TO!" I screamed. "He snuck up behind me on that roof and tried to strangle me to death, and push me off the roof." I stared at mom the whole entire time but at that point she had looked down at her lap. "Dylan went insane. He blamed me for Elena's death and said that I had to pay the price by him killing me." Tears started running down my cheeks. "I....I...didn't
w-want to," I sobbed while wiping my cheeks. "You can hate me if you want, you can keep on neglecting me, but at least you know now."
With that, I turned around to go back to the spot that I was previously sitting in when mom grabbed onto my sleeve. She sniffled and just looked at me before wrapping her arms around me. I quickly did the same and we both fell to the ground sobbing.
"I'm so sorry," the two of us cried at the same time.
*Maggie's POV*
A while later, Emmie had quickly fallen asleep in my arms when the walkie talkie buzzed in Carol's hand.
"TYREESE IS BIT! BE READY!" Rick yelled trough the walkie talkie and we all instantly panicked.
"Emmie, wake up!" I shook her awake before she jumped off my lap, knowing that by my tone, something was wrong. My name was being called as the car sped into the area we were set up in. "Emerson, get your sisters in the other van now!" She gave me a nod and we both ran off in different directions.
All the yelling suddenly stopped when I approached the car. Glenn sighed and came over to me, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. "He didn't...." Glenn's sentence trailed off and I knew that Tyreese didn't make it. A year slipped down his face and I used my thumb to wipe it away before hugging him.
It wasn't long until the funeral. As I held Harper in my arms, she whispered to me, "Why are people dying so much?" I didn't want to answer that so I gently rubbed her back as she put her head on my shoulder.
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I hate this story so much.....
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