walk with me

Chapter nine

To me, death always seemed peaceful, quiet. It was only you and God reaching for you, calling you. Death however, in my family had been tragic. Mom killed herself, Dad had been bit, my brother had been shot and now me; bit.

I looked into Daryl's eyes as he stroke my cheek. He was crying, tears would fall now and then. Glenn was hugging Maggie as she cried her eyes out. Rick, in te other hand, just leaned on a tree and watched.

"You can't." Daryl said standing up. "You can't die. Rick hand me her hatchet I'll amputate her ar-"

"It's too late for that Daryl..." Rick said calmly.

"No!" He screamed. "Hell with ye' all!"

Daryl came close to me again and whispered in my ear.

"What I said this morning, it's not true. I loved you." He kissed my forehead an I smiled.

I couldn't concentrate. I was getting weaker every second and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was dead.

"It's now or never Talia." I thought.

"Rick?" I called, spending some if the few energy I had left.

Rick came slowly closer. I couldn't tell how he was feeling. Happy? Sad? Guilty?

"I forgive you." Crying, I faced him. "Hate me or not Rick, I fucking forgive you. Tell Beth and Judith I say goodbye.."

I moaned in pain and closed my eyes. I could feel Daryl's touch which told me I was not yet dead.

Slowly I opened my eyes and, taking my last breath, I managed to say:

"Goodnight love."

And I was gone.

You were sick and tired and we all knew,

that God would soon come to take you.

You fought so hard, so very long,

but through the pain, you stayed strong.

We all knew this would come...

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Note

Again, this is not the ending. I'm planning on writing about two more chapters.

Ps. I did not come up with that poem. Found it on a random website.

Oh and, sorry it was short but next one will be super long I swear:)