[My Dear Melancholy] TWD fanfic

{Sick}

I kneeled beside Carol, my hands holding the cloth in place over the opened wound of his stub leg. My eyes drooped. I was tired and overall scared. Maggie stood behind me, rubbing my back and watching Carol help.

The bleeding will have to stop eventually. If it doesn't, he's dead for sure. If he doesn't stop that's an indicator of blood loss, which everyone knows leads to bleeding out and ultimately death. The wound is being enough surely to let him bleed out.

My hands are stained with his blood, the red ink staining my palms and all the crevices of my hands.

"You take a break hun." Carol told me. I stood up and walked to where the door was, leaning against the frame and looking to the cell block door. The one Carl had the keys too. For some odd reason, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Ever since I was a babe I had a big imagination. Playing pretend and daydreaming was the only way I knew how to play. It was most fun when I was imagining things. But standing here, a couple feet from the door, I was imagining things.

I tend to jump to conclusions, but what if there was someone else in the cell block? Besides the "prisoners" Rick speaks of. Rick and the other guys seemed to have left, so I looked back to the room to make sure no one was watching me.

I took a step out of the doorframe, and Carl whispered something to me.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh.."

I told him. I crept up to the door, looking around. I had just- let my imagination get the best of me again. There wasn't anyone else out there, I was just being irrational. Carl stood outside the door to the cell, watching me.

I pressed my face against the cool metal of the bars, peeking towards a table and behind it. And out of nowhere, I heard a footstep. My eyebrows furrowed. I squinted my eyes harder, intensely empowering my gaze.

Again, more footsteps. And then, a head. It had a gold tint to it, mostly blonde and yellow locks. And blue eyes. Sharp blue eyes that pierced right through my head. The person wasn't looking at me- they were looking into me.

I hitched my breath. My heartbeat slowed drastically and I couldn't move. The figure was a woman. She took another step out, showing her dirty clothes and unkept hair and face. Her face was covered in blood and dirt.

I took a step back, as the woman kept making her way to the cell door. She wasn't a walker, but she was slow and untrusting with her footsteps. The woman's face seemed...awfully familiar to me. I swallowed as she stood infront the gate.

The lady had a baby tied to her body, the small baby boy wrapped in cloth the color of Burgundy as the woman clutched her baby. I instinctively cocked and raised my gun, catching carls attention.

"Woah, woah!" He shouted. Maggie, August Glenn and Beth came out the cell.

My pupils dilated when my brain put two and two together.

"Genesis?" The woman's voice softly asked.

"Miss Moore?"

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Me and August sat in a separated cell from the rest of the group. I stared at Miss Moore.

"Genesis.. I- I'm happy to see you alive and well..dear.."

"Don't call me that."

"Gen, be nice." August told me.

Miss Moore was Mommas life long friend. My grandmother and Miss Moores mom were friends so naturally, Miss Moore was Mommas friend. I've gotten so used to calling her "Miss Moore" I forget her real name is Reese.