Wasteland, Genius! || TWD

CHAPTER 4 . The Arm We Hold

 Hii, it's been a while!! This chapter and possibly the rest of this book will be written in Devin's POV instead of what I have been doing. I'm not too sure though.
I feel like it is really difficult writing the way I have been and I thought it would be easier to write it as if Devin was telling the story, so if it's a little weird or inaccurate, it's because this is the way Devin is understanding and processing everything.
Also, thank you to anyone reading this book, I really appreciate it !! :))

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Eventually, we were all gathered around the table T-Dog was getting stitched up at, by a lady named Annette and a younger lady named Maggie, who was also the same girl that was outside, holding his arm down.

Glenn and I are standing the furthest away, with him being in the doorway to my right and me leaning up against a cabinet with Beethoven sitting on my left.

"Got here right on time. This couldn't go untreated much longer." Annette stated, still stitching T-Dogs arm.

I feel a bit guilty that there wasn't much more I could do for T-Dog, but there also wasn't much for me to work with at the time either, so I probably shouldn't be feeling as bad as I am now.

"Merle Dixon. Is that your friend with the antibiotics?" Annette continued. T-Dog quickly shook his head. "No ma'am. Merle's no longer with us." Glenn answered, leaning against the wall before continuing, "Daryl gave us those - His brother."

"Not sure I'd call him a friend." T-Dog groaned out. "He is today. This Doxycycline might have just saved your life." Annette spoke back, looking to Glenn, "You know what Merle was taking it for?"

"The clap." Glenn replied without hesitation.

I look down at my shoes and put my hands in my pockets, hiding a smile.

I had heard Daryl mention what Merle had the antibiotics for, but I hadn't expected Glenn to say something like that so suddenly.

Maggie had looked up at him like he was crazy, making Glenn realize what he had just said, "Um, venereal disease. That's what Daryl said." Glenn looked around the room shyly.

"I'd say Merle Dixon's 'clap' was the best thing to ever happen to you." Annette mentioned, looking slightly over to T-Dog. "I'm really trying not  to think about that." T-Dog replied, groaning out in pain.

I look over to my right to see Glenn walking outside while running a hand down his face. He must not like all the blood, groaning and squelching coming from T-Dog and his arm. Or he was just embarrassed.

Maggie seemed to notice this since she watched him walk away and looked to me.

I don't really understand why she was looking to me specifically. Did she want me to go after him? That would most likely  make things a whole lot worse.

I'm not very good at talking to people I don't know well. I shoot her a confused look and sit up straighter.

Maggie waved me over and told me to continue holding T-Dog's arm for her before leaving to go find Glenn.

I kind of feel like an idiot now for not taking the hint, but whatever.
How was I supposed to know why she was staring at me anyway?

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Notes:

Okay, I know this chapter is short, but I felt like I really needed to get at least something out. I haven't really been into TWD as much as I used to be and also this book wasn't thought through properly before I decided to start publishing, so that's making it really difficult for me to write.

I will still be updating this book, but it will be really slow and the chapters might be short. Probably not as short as this chapter though. This one was just more experimental and also me feeling the need to make an update.

Let me know if you like this or the previous chapters better :)

Also, I might be coming out with a new book. It's a lot more thought out and I'm actually really excited for it. It's an 'Anne with an E' book but it might not come out for a bit. Let me know if you're interested in that.

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