New Sheriff in Town | Rick Grimes x Female OC

3 | ''Have you Seen Them?''

Ricks POV.

Falling out of that hospital bed is not a wakeup call for the weak.

I can't even begin to describe what I'm feeling; it's like a mix of pain but also distortion. How long have I been here for? 

My best attempts for calling out to a nurse was just a little over a whisper. My throat feels like sandpaper and I can't even keep myself straight. Grabbing the end of the bed, I stumble to my feet, pushing my way towards the bathroom. My hands grasp at the edge of the sink, my knuckles white from the amount of pressure I'm putting into my hold just to keep me from falling. I push the faucet, water pouring into the drain.

Without a second of hesitation, I dip my head down, drinking as much of the running water that I can, as if it were to somehow disappear from me. Finally turning the faucet off, I slowly look up at the man staring back at me in the mirror.

What the hell happened to me.

I place one of my hands on my face, trying to get a grip on the fact that this man staring at me, is in fact, me. Sliding my hand down to just below my chest, I feel the texture of the bandaging wrapped around my torso. I stare at it almost is disbelief. So getting shot wasn't just a dream, huh?

Stumbling out of the bathroom, I open the door to exit this cramped space just to be greeted by a stretcher blocking my exit.

First no nurses, now this? God this hospital needs better staff.

I cut my thoughts short as I stare down the hallway. Everything is a disaster. Papers and ceiling tiles are all over the floor. Other beds are sprawled out across the place, along with some random bits of hospital equipment. I push the bed out of my way, shuffling my way down the hallway until I manage to reach a receptionists desk. Where are all the lights?  I grab the phone in front of me, Dialing 9-1-1. To no surprise there's no reception of the other end; it's like all power has been cut and only the backup generator is keeping these hall lights on.

Grabbing at a pack of matches, I strike one to life as I use it to look over the dark desk, attempting to find anything. But with my luck so far, it's unsurprising there's nothing. Walking off towards one of the door, keeping the matches on me, I stumble up towards the glass, bracing my hand on the door. I stare through it, trying to get a look for any signs of life; yet I'm greeted with the opposite.

On the floor, just in front of my view, is a woman laying there, dead. All of her organs from the rib cage down had been ripped out of her. My eyes widen, not being able to take in the sight in front of me. Quickly looking away, I glance down the hallway directly behind me. This might be my best bet of getting out of here so far.

Stumbling further down this hallway, a noise quickly grabs my attention to the left of me. I stop walking, my body turned towards a random room before I hear a choked-out sob. Almost instinctively, I reach for the doorhandle, swinging it open before gazing around the room. I stop all movements as soon as I hear that familiar sound. 

click.

How can somebody possibly have a gun on them in a hospital?

I shift my gaze over to where the sound had came from, my eyes meeting someone else's. There's a woman in front of me, blood seeping down her right arm as she points her pistol unflinchingly at my face. I notice the statures on her left and her discarded uniform top on the bed to her right, leaving her in a previously-white t-shirt. My eyes settle back onto the uniform. A Sheriff's uniform. Shifting my eyes back over to hers, her glare is digging into my skull as I manage to speak up.

"Did you-" I cough, clearing my throat as if my voice hasn't been used in a thousand years. "Did you do this?" I watch her eyes as releases the trigger, dropping her left arm dramatically.