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It was early in the morning when Stella and Levi arrived back at the prison. Stella had been the one driving while Levi rested in the back. They were immediately greeted by her father and brother who were doing farming like any other day.
"Since when do you think you're allowed to drive?" Rick said as he approached his daughter for a hug.
"Don't." She stepped back with worry painted over her face. Her voice shook slightly as she spoke revealing the heavy concern that had permanently settled itself on her shoulders. "Levi's got something and if he has it so do I, so you should probably stay away."
"Got what? Is he okay?" Carl asked as he glanced into the car to see the boy passed out in the back.
"I have no idea what it is. I just need to get Hershel. He'll know what to do." Stella said as she headed for the prison doors. Her fingers were anxiously fiddling with her mother's wedding ring while she prayed that Levi would be okay. In the long time they had stayed at the prison, no one had ever gotten sick. Nothing bad at least.
Stella stopped in her steps at the distant sound of a gunshot coming from inside the prison. A prickling sensation sent up her spine and she instantly turned to her father who hurried out of the pig cage at the sound, hurrying toward her. But before he made it to her, her head spun round in the other direction as Lizzie and Mika came running out of the prison with panic painted across their faces.
"Help! Someone help!"
Stella didn't hesitate before running into the door where the two kids had just come out from, ignoring her father calling after her. She curled her fingers around her machete, holding her weapon in a tight grip as she sprinted toward the distant screams and ringing gunshots. She made it into cell block D, shocked by the sight. The scene in the cell block was terrifying, like a scene from a horror movie. Her eyes shifted between the frightened passing faces to the people screaming to the blood that seemed to be everywhere. She stepped inside not long before Daryl, Rick, and Carol and the four of them began to help the panicked people inside as they took down the walkers that stumbled through the cell block. Stella drove her weapon through the many heads of the walkers as she yelled for people to get into their cells or get out.
Suddenly, Stella's body was sent into a momentarily frozen state, when she locked eyes with one of the dead. Patrick. Carl's only friend stared back at her with blood flooding down his chin as he limped towards her. His eyes had lost their color, shifting to a dark and dull tone. She felt a burning sensation of tears behind her eyes realizing that she was going to have to kill her younger brother's first real friend. Closing her eyes, she pierced the machete through his chin, ending the boy's life. Before he managed to fall to the floor, Stella caught him and slowly lowered his limp body to the ground. She dragged her hand over his eyes, closing them. It felt more humane that way.
