WARNING: v emotional
•Ebony•
I started towards the prison, Marten clinging to my arm. I scooped him up onto my hip. Everything was gonna be okay, and maybe Carter's here.
At this point Im walking a lot faster, making more noise then when we started walking.
Wait...
I heard the moans of the undead come from behind and I didn't bother to look back. I just ran.
For the safety of Marten, since he might be all I have left.
I felt something grab me and Marten. I elbowed it in the face and kicked it's knee out of socket. It almost got me.
After the moans had somewhat quieted through the long run and Marten crying I turned around. There were a lot at a distance.
And they were too close.
I decided after a while more of running that we were fairly close to the prison and could take a short rest.
"Sissy?" Marten asked.
"Yeah baby boy?" I ruffled his hair.
"This is just out of curiosity... what happens if they... ya' know.... s-scratch you?" He muttered.
"Marten... d-did it get you?" I whimpered and he started hysterically sobbing.
"No.... no no no Marten! Please baby tell me it didn't!" I cried.
"I don't want to lie." he whispered in his lowest voice as tears drop out of his lives.
"Are you ready to see mommy, and daddy. And guess who else?" I gave a small warm smile.
"Who?" His ears perked up.
"Mason!" I cheered and he grinned.
"I missed him!" He giggled.
"I did too." I responded.
"But what about you and Carter?" He pouted.
"We um.... we'll be there soon baby. Tell everyone I love them. Okay? And be strong for me. Your a great little boy." I encouraged and he smiled.
"O-okay." He said. "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too, baby boy." I whispered back before he fell into an everlasting sleep. I began to cry, but stopped because he wouldn't have wanted it, and it won't bring him back to life.
He wouldn't want to become one of those it's either, my conscience pushed.
I raised my gun slowly and let tears prick my eyes, they dared to fall.
"I'm sorry. I still love you." I say before taking the shot that ended it all.
•••
In loving memory of:
Ebony Lynn Wilson.
Sister, friend, and lover to all.
May Ebony Lynn Rest In Peace.
We loved you Ebony Lynn.
I looked at my gravestone like a game. Was I really dead? I didn't have to live in the world?
A little boy rushed to me and gripped my leg.
"I love you sissy." he giggled.
"M-mason?"
"Why'd you let me die?" He pouted.
"Mason I-"
"I said WHY DID YOU LET ME DIE!" Mason roared as I started crying.
•••
"Are you alright?" A gruff voice said awakening me from my slumber.
"M-mason?" I called.
"N-no. I'm Rick. Rick Grimes. We heard a scream down here. All we knew was that it was from in the woods somewhere."
{Yes that was a reference to hozier get over it😅}
Rick flustered.
"I-I'm sorry are you the person from the prison?" I stuttered.
"Yes." He whispered. "And more people await you there."
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HAPPY BDAY CHANNY ILY AND @districtgrimes voted and I'm dying bc huge fan ily and thanks
