The Undead Secret (A Walking Dead Fan Fiction)

Trapped in Time

"Dale, Jaime!" Shane called out, watching them run down the hallway towards the group. They stood in the main entrance of the CDC once again, where they had entered just two days before. Jaime had her arm wrapped around Topanga, keeping her from freaking out as they watched Shane and Rick throw chairs into the glass windows, trying to break them open. They had just bare minutes left till the whole place could blow. "Damn fucking doors!" Shane yelled. The doors were once again locked. "Everybody get down!" Shane yelled, aiming his shotgun at the window.

Topanga was in the corner, sobbing.

Dale pulled Jaime closer to him, shielding her with his body as Shane's bullet deflected off the glass, landing a few feet away from him. "Jesus."

"The glass won't break!" Sophia cried out.

"Rick, I have something that might help!" Carol dug through her bag, walking towards him.

"Carol, I don't think a nail files gonna do it." Shane
muttered.

She handed him a grenade, pin still in tact. How he managed to get ahold of that was beyond Jaime's comprehension. "Your first day at camp, when I washed your uniform? I found this in your pocket!"

A grenade. Who the hell casually walks around with a grenade?

"Look out!" Rick yelled, pulling the pin.

Dale brought Jaime onto the floor, covering her head with his arms. She heard Rick exclaim, "Oh, shit!" Before the blast went off and her ears rang.

The window was shattered. Jaime stood up slowly, watching as Rick and Shane helped the others over the broken glass.

"Dale-" Jaime grabbed his arm, "Wait!"
"Dale, Jaime lets go!" Shane yelled at them. "My mom's not out yet, hang on!" "Jaime, we ain't got time for this!" He yelled, a hint of anger was in his voice as Jaime grabbed Topanga's arm, pulling her towards the broken window as Dale helped her out. "Go on, get out!" Jaime yelled, stepping over the broken glass as Daryl was waiting for her below.

She grabbed his hand, using him as a brace as she jumped down. Jaime had one foot on the ground before her and Daryl was wiped off their feet and tossed onto the pavement meters away.

She could hear people screaming as they ducked behind the caravan a few yards away.

It took a moment before Jaime's ears stopped ringing and she could actually see. She was laying chest first on the pavement, and she could hear people yelling her and Daryl's name. She opened her mouth to breathe, but was suddenly unable to catch her breath.

"J-Jaime! Look at me!" Topanga screamed, grabbing Jaime's shoulders as she shook her daughter. "Jaime!"

Jaime took a raspy inhale as she coughed, feeling as if there wasn't enough air anywhere around her. She could feel a pair of arms lifting her checking her over.

"Jaime!"

It was Daryl, whose head was bleeding and he had ash and dust coating his face. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm alive." She coughed, brushing her hand across her face, her arms and her neck before realizing her jeans were soaked in blood. She pulled up her pantleg as she groaned. "We'll look at it once we're outta here, a'ight?"

Daryl stood up carefully, helping her up as she let out a yell, "S-shit!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Daryl whispered to her.
He carried her up the few stairs in the camper, sitting her down on the small sofa.

"Carl, leave her! Leave her be!" Lori grabbed her son's arm, keeping him from running into into the camper. "We need to get going, leave Jaime be." "But she's hurt, I want to help!" He cried.

"Jaime's a big girl she can keep herself." Daryl mumbled, stepping out the camper as he closed the door behind himself.

"Oh, fuck you Daryl!" Topanga yelled.
"Excuse you? I took a blast trying to get out of there to you know!" Daryl argued. "She would have been fine on her fucking own, you ruined her chances! Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?" "The hell do you mean 'supposed to do' she's your daughter! Stop forcing her to protect you, learn to shoot a god damn gun and do it your damn self! Shes twenty and killin' walkers!"

"Alright, enough!" Rick yelled, trying to break up the fight. "Knock it off. Jaime is in there scared out of her mind, and hurt, she doesn't need to listen to you two screaming at each other!" "Fuck off, Rick. I'm taking Jaime and we're leaving." Topanga rolled her eyes, practically ripping the door off the camper, as Carl ran in front of her, pushing the door shut again. "No! You're not taking her!"

Topanga laughed, "Carl, move! Get out of my fucking way!" "You're not taking Jaime! She's my friend!" "My twenty year old is not friends with a ten year old." "I'm twelve!" "It doesn't matter, Carl. Move out of my way!"

"Topanga, leave her the hell alone!" Daryl argued, grabbing her arm. "Fuck off, Dixon!" She yelled, bringing her arm up as she slapped him. "I'm taking her and we're going!" "With what fucking vehicle, Topanga?" "I don't know, don't care. We'll figure it out." "Topanga, you're a sick woman," Dale shook his head, walking up to the group. You didn't notice your own child sick to her stomach this morning."

"She didn't notice Jaime cried herself to sleep either."
Carl piped up.

"What?" The group all said it at the same time.

"She was crying all night. I could hear her crying, Mom." He looked at Lori as he explained his story.

"She came back from the shower crying last night and didn't stop until she fell asleep."

"Jesus fucking christ, I'm sick of this. Jaime's never cried a day in her life till we met you people." Topanga turned towards the camper door, as Carl moved in front of her again. "Don't touch Jaime." "Carl, I'm not gonna tell you again, move!" "Topanga he's a kid!"
"She's my friend!"

Lori and Rick both began shouting at Topanga as she lost her mind, hitting Carl as she pushed him out of the way.

Carl stood back up, shoving Topanga away from the door as he went inside, locking it behind him.

Jaime was sitting on the sofa crying as quietly as she could as she dug her nails into the palms of her hands as she made fists. Carol was wrapping her leg in bandages and trying to keep her still.

"Come here, Carl." Jaime could see him standing by the door. He climbed up next to her, pulling her into a hug as she sobbed. Carl buried his head into her shoulder. She squeezed him in the hug as he started crying himself. "Carl, I'm the one with a hole in my leg, why are you crying?" Jaime whispered, making him laugh a little. "Your mom sucks." He whispered a little too loudly as Carol scolded him. "Carl, be respectful." "No, no," Jaime laughed, "it's true. She sucks."

"Jaime?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you." Carl whispered.