❝HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY 𝗘𝗚𝗢'𝗦 ANOTHER❞
In which it no longer matters that Evangeline Waters was a hot shot lawyer with a nice apartment and the best daughter she could've asked for. Because if you don't know the right way to stab a dead...
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In the morning light, Lily observed the men as they sifted through the pile of riot gear salvaged from the fallen walkers. The once-pristine armor was now stained and discolored, its surface marred by the grim reality of decay. Each piece was coated with a revolting brown, viscous liquid that Lily could barely stomach. She averted her eyes, trying not to dwell on the putrid contents that had seeped into the gear over the past year.
Lily had wanted to join the group, including Maggie, as they set out to explore the rest of the prison, but Daryl had insisted she stay behind. After her harrowing experience with the gate, she reluctantly agreed. Resting seemed prudent, especially given the added responsibility of helping Carol look after Lori.
As she emerged from her cell, she was met by Lori, who had a worried look in her eyes. "Lily, can I talk to you for a second?" Lori asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
"Yeah. Is everything okay?" Lily replied, walking over and trying to gauge Lori's state.
"It's fine," Lori said, deliberately avoiding Rick's concerned gaze as she led Lily into her cell. She sat down on the lower bunk, her posture tense.
"What's wrong?" Lily asked, her concern deepening.
"It's the baby. I think I lost it," Lori said, her eyes dropping to her abdomen as if she could will the baby to respond.
"What?! I'll grab Hershel—" Lily began, her urgency evident.
"No. No, if it is, I need you here," Lori interrupted, her voice shaking.
"Why? Are you sure you don't want Rick?" Lily asked, trying to understand the gravity of the situation.
Lori shook her head vehemently. "If we're all infected, then so's the baby. What if it's stillborn? What if it's dead inside me right now? What if it rips me apart?"
"Lori, stop. You're just scared and freaking yourself out. The baby could be fine. It has been a stressful few days; it's probably just tired, like the rest of us," Lily said, trying to offer reassurance.
"Okay," Lori whimpered, her tears welling up again. "Then let's say it lives and I die during childbirth—"
"You are not going to die!" Lily interjected firmly.
"Why not? How many women died in childbirth before modern medicine?" Lori asked, her voice quivering with fear. "If I come back, what if I attack it? Or Rick? Or Carl? If I do, if there is any chance, you put me down immediately."
"Lori—" Lily started, but Lori's distress was palpable.
"You have to do it. I'm asking you because I know if it comes to that, you're the only one who can. You won't hesitate. Me, the baby, if we turn into walkers—"
"I'm offended you think I have it in me to kill a baby," Lily said, her voice sharp with hurt.
"You're the only one who can make that tough decision. Because you'll think of your daughter and you'll do whatever it takes to save her," Lori said, her voice breaking.
