𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄. － ᵗʷᵈ

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⁻⁻⁻ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

     "Enough risking our lives for a little girl who's gone! Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us! Enough. Rick, it ain't like it was before! Now if y'all want to live, if you want to survive, you got to fight for it! I'm taking about fighting right here, right now." Shane finishes his speech by running to the barn door, breaking the locks off and banging on the door for the dead to stumble out.

That's when my mind goes blank, falling onto the ground beside Carl and Lori, unable to tear my eyes from the blackness from inside the barn. Knowing it's too late now, the locks are gone so there's nothing they can do to prevent this. I hear Rick desperately calling out,
"Don't do it!" Glenn yells nervously with even less control on the situation than Rick.

     Maggie and her dad sobbing while Beth was in shock, no one's listening. I look up at Lori who is pushing Carl behind her so he can't see and holding Daniella's hand so tightly. My eyes squeeze shut until I see spots of colour and cover my ears with my hands trying to zone everything out on my own. Only when I close my eyes do the flashbacks start again, my friends, family and everything I had that I didn't know I had until it's gone. Blinking my eyes open it's blurred shouting, guns, the dead now starting to pill out the barn towards us.

    The blonde and Daryl are the first to join in with Shane, then another man.
"Maggie," Glenn asks,
She nods, "It's ok," he runs in to help. Shane shoots one of bad people Rick was holding so he lets go, stepping back in front of his family.

     I open my teary ears again when the muffled gunshots turned to silence, it's over. About thirty people on the ground, dead, dead, dead.
Behind me was footsteps which I quickly jump round at the image of one of those bad things from the barn creeping up behind me. Instead, was a man, old man, age of Maggie's dad or something. The confusion and disappointment on his face when he stood there.

     There's shuffling in the barn once again, quiet growl, only one. The suspension rising but then when the girl comes out the barn no one shoots or even raises their gun, Shane lowered his.

     I quote Daryl in my head, 'older than you, short brown hair with a rainbow on her shirt', the kid they've been looking for weeks.
Her mum, the one Maggie mentioned was Carol, runs from the back of the group to the front,
"Sophia! Sophia..." She reaches out when Daryl grabs her first, falling to the ground, "Sophia..." She cries, Carl sobbed into his mum's arms who looks just as shocked as Dani. Lori holding onto her son so tightly, holding Daniella on her other side as she sobbed over her shoulder.

     The kid makes her way through the bodies growling, no one's moving, not even Shane.
"Don't watch," Lori mumbles into Carl's hair then kissing Dani's hair, I looked at her through teary eyes and shaky bottom lip. She got a glimpse of me from the corner of her eye, I shuffled over through the dirty, dusty path we were sat on to just not sit alone anymore.

     Everyone sobbing, now waiting for this final shot. A kid they've been searching for for weeks, her mum there with her hopes of finding her bittersweetly in front of her. It's not fair, although the dark, realistic part of my mind knows this will happen to everyone eventually it's still unfair. I wish I had my mummy here to comfort me, Lori's alright and stuff but it's not the same, I want the feeling Carl and Dani have right now. The warm and safe feeling of being in only your mum's arms, or dad's.

     Sophia's mum and the Greene family's crying hurts, watching someone you loved shot in front of you, your family. Dead, alive or in between.
Carol pushes herself away from Daryl and ran back to the RV, I ran back to the house. Lori tried to pull me back into a hug but I shrugged her away.