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.・゜-: ✧☾ ☽✧ :-゜・.
𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊. Everything was black. For one second everything went dark in Stella's eyes after seeing the bullet pierce the deer, going straight into Carl's stomach. Stella's heart stopped and her ears rang from the gunshot.
"No, no, no, no, no," Stella said repeatedly, like it was going to change what had just happened.
The next thing she knew, she was running. Running like life and death depended on it, which was exactly what it did. Her mind wasn't controlling her anymore, her legs were as she ran through the forest and over an open field. Next to her ran her father, with his son's body in his arms. Carl's limbs hung life-less and his shirt was stained with blood.
In the distance, she saw a house, a farm. As they got closer the front door opened and out flew six people. In front stood an older man.
"Was he bit?" He asked.
"Shot." Rick panted. "By your man."
"Otis?" A woman asked.
"He said find Hershel. Is that you? Help me, help my boy."Rick said, his voice croaky from suppressed sobs.
"Get him inside!" The old man shouted. Stella and her father rushed inside, along with the six strangers that consisted of the older man, Hershel, a young man, two blonde girls, and a young and an older woman. Stella was trembling and she had to hold on to the door frame as she walked inside, to not collapse.
"Patricia, I need my full kit," Hershel said. "Maggie, painkillers, coagulates, grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol." He demanded as they made it through the house and into a bedroom.
"Is..is he alive?" Stella's voice shook as she spoke. She was afraid of the answer, afraid that it might destroy her very soul.
"Pillowcase, quick." Hershel avoided the question. Rick fumbled his way to one of the pillows with his shaking hands.
"Is he alive?" Stella repeated, a bit louder this time.
"Fold it, make a pad. Put pressure on the wound." Hershel ordered as he grabbed his stethoscope and placed it on the young boy's chest. A few seconds went by as Hershel tried to locate his heartbeat. But for Stella, it felt like hours. Once the man had found it, the Grimes girl couldn't help but let the tears flow. Stella and Rick were forced out of the room, to give the people some space.
Stella cried great, loud sobs. Her legs couldn't hold her anymore and she collapsed into a rocking chair on the porch. He can't die. Not here. Not now, never.
𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐈 𝐄
Ellie Greene sat on the couch along with their sisters, playing cards when Maggie suddenly stood up and rushed out the front door. She grabbed her binoculars and looked out over the field. Ellie didn't need binoculars to see what it was that she had seen. Something was running over the open field. A walker? No, walkers don't run. It was a man, carrying a child. And next to them ran a blond girl. The boy had been shot by Otis. Hershel was quick to take the boy inside and began trying to save him.
