[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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season 3, episode 4
tw: death.
My back was sitting against the cold concrete wall as I opened and closed the zippo-lighter in my hand in boredom. It had been a day or two since Hershel's leg was amputated and since we came across the prisoners, life had been mysteriously quiet.
Hershel had been healing these past few days, Carol and I would take turns checking his wound and helping him sit up once in a while so he wasn't completely laid down.
Lori was past her due date now, everyone was only getting more anxious, and I was getting more anxious.
I knew I would have to help Lori deliver her baby without Hershel since he couldn't really do it anymore considering his leg, and I wasn't about to force him to do it.
The longer Lori was pregnant it lowered the chances of her being able to give birth vaginally, which was bad considering we weren't fully equipped to provide a C-section. I knew I'd try my best to keep both her and the baby safe no matter how she gave birth.
I sat against the cell block wall quietly as it was my turn to watch inside the building, the sun was beginning to rise as it shined through the windows. I let out a soft sigh, biting my bottom lip harshly as I leaned my head against the wall.
My hands continuously fiddled with the lighter in my hand as I stared at the wall before me, trying to distract myself from the couple more hours I had left before Rick or somebody else woke up.
My body was now clean from the long walk down to the water bank, everyone had washed their clothes along with their bodies. It was truly refreshing to get human and walker blood off of me as well as the built-up sweat and dirt mixed in my skin as well.
As I stared out at the wall in front of me I heard small footsteps from my right, I slowly pulled my gun from my holster and held it in my hand.
Once the footsteps got closer I quietly cocked the gun with my thumb, preparing myself for the walker or stranger that would appear once I would turn around.
My body smoothly twists towards the noise, my gun pointed in the direction of the footsteps only to see a familiar teenage boy standing in front of me, his hands up in surrender.
I let out a relieved sigh as my eyes met with the teenagers, I slowly lowered my gun to my side and only stared at him. Carl dropped his hands to his side, stepping over my stretched-out legs to lower himself to the ground beside me.
