[My Dear Melancholy] TWD fanfic

{Not what I wanted}

Rick Glenn and Hershel were seriously starting to scare the shit out of the kid. All I could truly do was hold his again and stroke his forehead or arm and shush and sooth him.

"I'll have to sever the ligaments below the kneecap, cut above the tibia. He's going to lose his lower leg."

"No! Don't, No!"

"When we get clear of here, I'm gonna have to find some tinder, cauterize the wound, so he doesn't bleed out."

"Alright, no choice. Hurry up."

"Genesis hand me your jacket."

I frantically unbuttoned my secound shirt, that was my favorite too. I tossed the yellow cover up to Hershel, as he took my cover up with his and he tied his coverup near the boys thigh, and mine at the end of his calf.

Rick slammed the boy down, holding him still, I brushed some hair off his sweaty forehead.

"It's okay, okay. I know I know.." I cooed.

"Guys, walkers."

I whined, I was so tired. So fucking tired. we've been at this for hours. Fucking hours. When will this end? I'm cold out here because the one other thing I had on under my cover up was a pink tank top. The growls of the walkers grew loud and violent.

Glenn shot the walkers, I put my hand over the kids mouth to silence his screams. I could feel his warm breath on my hand. It was both gross and disgusting.

"Oh god, they're everywhere."

"Not helping!"

I groaned, putting a little weight on my hand that's currently keeping this guy a little more quiet then before.

"Hershel, how we doing over there?"

"I need more hands. Easy, easy. Genesis help me out here."

I took away my hand left the guys mouth, reaching forward to hop back down from the fence to help off the fence, my hand almost left the guys before he grabbed onto my hand again.

"No, please please!"

"Come on Genesis!"

"I'm sorry."

I said, I hopped down from the fence to Hershel as I ran to tie my jacket around the lower part of his leg. Hershel had taught me the knot since I was a toddler, tying the jacket to keep the blood stay inside his leg.

The poor guy is begging us not to cut off his leg, but we all know it won't happen anyway. The walkers are nearing. My adrenaline is fueling my energy at this point. I'm so tired.

"We've gotta go! I'm almost out of ammo!" Glenn shouted.

"We don't have much time we've gotta go."

"Can't hold them off Hershel, do it now!"

"Come on Hershel!"

"There's no time!"

My hands are covered in the blood coming from and dripping from the kids leg.

"He's losing to much blood!" I shouted.

"Hershel come on!"

"No! No please don't leave me! Don't leave, no no no!"

In the heat of the moment, Rick grabbed the guys leg, and ripped it up and out of the picket fence. The blood gushed, and it got all over my arms and hands. Damn it!

I've never heard a person seem so loud. Never. But, now I have. My blood curdled at his screams. I ran, to Hershel's side. Are we able to go home now?

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