"We can't stay here much longer" , " I'm not leaving till my daughter is awake" , " Hershel you said she was fine , why isn't she waking up" , " I don't know !" . Muffled voices surround me as I feel my eyes flutter open , the last thing I remember was Greene carrying me as we were escaping the herd.My eyes adjust to the light as I hear a small gasp to the side of me , " Elodie !" My little brother says as he launches on me. I wince in pain at the impact but return the hug , the relief I have seeing him alive over masking the pain. " What's going on ?" I say as I try sit up but let out a pained sigh . " Careful" I hear my dads voice as he helps me up , I quickly scan the group seeing almost everyone.
" Did we make it ?" I say my voice strained as my mom comes forward " Most of us did sweetie but not Shane , Patrica , Jimmy or Andrea" she says stroking my hair . I nod sadly for those who we lost I look over to see Beth crying in Greene's arms and it breaks my heart.
I have a lot of questions but I don't have the energy to ask them all so I just sit and let the others discuss what to do next. I look down to see Greene's brown leather jacket still on me but underneath is my bloodied clothes and torn top , I quickly zip up the jacket not wanting to be reminded. However that doesn't stop the repeated image of Tommy attacking me and then ... when I killed him. It sets in now that I'm a murder , I killed a human being not a Walker but someone who was alive.
Even though Tommy was bitten he was still alive but it was self defence . I had to do it , I had to do it , I had to do it ... I keep repeating the same notion in my head trying to convince myself that what I did is ok. But the memory of my Kukri slicing his skull over and over again consumes me.
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We are back in the cars and my parents haven't spoke to me , I'm sure they have a lot of questions but by the look on my dads face I think they know what happened. Hershel patched some of my wounds with stuff we left for Sophia and supplies we found in cars , but he said I will need pain medication and I hope we are able to find it. The constant thumping of my head is killing me and my ribs I am pretty sure one of them is fractured according to Hershel but he said it will heal on its own in six weeks. My lip is busted and hurts like a bitch and without looking , I already feel the array of bruised across my body especially around my throat.
The silence is loud in the car , each one of us traumatised and trying to sieve it out but the pieces are too big and get caught leaving only the good memories fall through . The times filled with belly aching laughter and smiles that make our mouth hurt , they are all gone and replaced with crying until theres no tears left and the screams of terror that make our throats raw . These pieces of trauma put together to fit the perfectly fitted puzzle that is now our minds , soon we will be no better than the Walkers .
No one knows how to confront each other but Carl's hand clutching mine and my mom's arm round my shoulder is the comfort I need right now. The soothing motion of the car makes me want to close my eyes and Greene's jacket which swallows me whole is warm and smells like him , his musky peppermint scent .
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𝒫𝒾𝒸𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 ~THE WALKING DEAD~
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