South Tree * TWD

40. I Don't Want To Die

Lillian was locked up in a cell down in the tombs. Her and two other people. Karen and David. Sasha promised that it was only temporary but the lock clicking only made Lillian feel like her doom was even more inevitable. It wasn't long before she started crying quietly. She ended up wearing herself out, crying herself to sleep.

But a while of sleeping, she was woken up by a concerned Carol. Not only that but she was absolutely drenched in sweat, yet she shivered. She told her that they were going to move her to cell block A. This cell block was special, because it had a lot of security. It was for people who got to die in prison, just like Lillian. That's what she thought as She walked into the cell block.

"Hey there." Hershel voice, sweet as he walked toward her. "Let's get you set up with a cell and a check up, yeah?" Lillian only gave him a small nod before he led her to a cell on the top floor, claiming it was more isolated than the others and she would be less at risk. Dr. S gave her a check up, claiming that she seemed okay but she should still stay. She knew she didn't have a choice in that matter.

They locked her into the cell, she watched with tears in her eyes as she laid back into the bed. She felt a tickle in the back of her throat, but she didn't cough. She refused to.

Her mind racing all over. She wasn't ready to die. She was only 12. She was on bad terms with her best friend and she never got to say goodbye to Carl or Daryl. She wouldn't get to experience life as a grown up. She wouldn't get to ever hug anyone again. She wouldn't get to help Rick and Carl with the farming anymore. She wouldn't get to have dinner with Daryl anymore. She wouldn't get to have her hair braided by Beth. She wouldn't get any dresses.

"Hey." A voice sounded from outside the cell, louder than all of the coughing causing Lillian to look up. It was Daryl, he had a bandana around his face as a mask. "Ya doin' okay?"

Lillian couldn't stop them as tears fell from her eyes upon hearing the question."No. I don't want to die." She squeezed her eyes shut as she curled into a ball on top of the sheets, facing the wall that the bed was against. Daryl tried to push open the door but ti was locked.

"Hershel." Daryl called out as he turned around. Just down the hall had been Hershel, closing another door. "Open this door." He requested.

"Daryl..." Hershel sighed. "It's better if you don't." He spoke lowly, trying to make it hard for Lillian to heard but she still heard. It only cause her to suppress a sob.

"Open the damn door." He demanded this time, already getting impatient. Hershel shook his head no. "Damn it. Let me see my kid." Daryl reached forward, trying to take the key's from Hershel's hands but he quickly retracted them.

"It's safer behind the bars. You shouldn't even be in here." Hershel told him calmly.

"Go away, Daryl." Lillian choked out. She didn't want him in here. She didn't want him getting sick.

"She's running a fever." Hershel told Daryl in a whisper, this time she actually couldn't hear what he had said. Hershel gave Daryl a sad look.

"Fuck." Daryl ran a hand across his forehead as he turned and looked over at Lillian who hid her face as she laid down. He looks back at Hershel. "Please." With a sigh, Hershel gave in. He unlocked the cell and Daryl didn't waste a second to push his way through.

Lillian turned around upon hearing the cell door opened and sat up, pushing her back against the wall as Daryl walked in.

"No. No. No." Lillian mumbled as she wiped snot that ran from her nose with her arm. Her breathing erratic as she panicked. Not just over Daryl being in there, but everything.

"Lilli. Please." Daryl begged as he took a step towards the bed. Lillian shook her head no as she struggled to catch a breath. Her lungs burned, her head spinning as all she could hear was the coughing from all around the room. She felt dizzy as she sucked in small breaths but she wasn't able to really breathe in. Daryl stepped forward, taking a seat on the bed.