The Undead Secret (A Walking Dead Fan Fiction)

One Over Me

"Come on, Carl!" Jaime whispered, holding the boy in her arms. She could see a large farm house just in the distance. The man she saw with her mother had told her to run as fast as she could to and to find 'Hershel'. He was falling behind and Topanga was yelling at him to hurry up. Jaime's shirt was soaked in blood, and her hands were stained.

She could see a family run out onto the farm houses porch, watching her run with Carl. "Was he bit?" The oldest man, probably the owner called out to her as she passed the fencing. "Shot! He's been shot, your man said to find Hershel, is that you?"

"Otis?"

"Help him, just help him!" Jaime sobbed, following Hershel as he led her inside of his home.

"Patricia, I need my full kit! Maggie, pain killers, coagulants, everything! Clean towels, sheets, alcohol." Hershel instructed what Jaime assumed to be his family members, leading her into a guest room as he threw the comforter to the floor. "Lay him there."

Jaime set him down gently, her hands shaking as she did so. "Take off that pillow case. Fold it up into a pad and put pressure on the wound."

Jaime sobbed, pulling the white pillow case off and pressing it into Carls abdomen, permanently staining it. Hershel moved a stethoscope around his chest, listening as he took a quiet breath. "I've got a heart beat. It's faint."

"Dad, she's bleeding."

The girl with darker hair gestured to Jaime's shirt, as Jaime looked down and shook her head. "It's not my blood."

Maggie walked up to her, pulling her shirt up as she realized Jaime had been shot too. "She must've been grazed with a bullet." Maggie brought Jaime over to a chair, sitting her down as she did her best to clean the wound and bandage it before stepping back in to help Carl.
"We'll take care of him." An older woman with white hair put her hand on Jaime's shoulder.

"Maggie, I.V."

"We're going to need space," The other woman in the rose with short brown hair, spoke softly, as if not to give another reason for Jaime to freak out.

"What's your name?" Hershel asked, getting a blank stare in return as Jaime forgot how to even answer that question. "Your name?"

"J-Jaime."

"Jaime, we're gonna do everything we can for your brother, okay? You need to give us some room. Now."

Jaime nodded quietly, standing up and backing away from them as they hooked him up to an IV. She could hear someone yelling from the window next to her as she turned, and a feeling of panic swallowed her.

"I-I need to step out, for a minute." She mumbled, walking back outside.

Topanga and Otis had caught up to her.

She sat down on the steps of the porch, as Topanga coughed, a smokers cough as she spat in the grass. "Do you have my cigarettes?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"What? I just ran atleast two miles, I need one!"

Jaime sighed, scrambling through her bag for her mom's cigarette cartridge. She found the old pack, holding it out in her hand.

"Why do you have my gun?"

Jaime pulled her hand away from her mom, shoving the cigarette box back in her bag as she stood up.

"Jaime, what are you talking about?"

"That!" She pointed to the handgun hanging off of Topanga's belt as she covered it with her shirt.

"I-I jus' found it."

"That's my gun! You've had my gun the entire time!"
"Sweetie-" "No! Don't 'sweetie' me! You shot him, didn't you? You shot him trying to kill that deer to show off to your new boyfriend!"

"Jaime, I swear. I didn't mean to."
"You might have killed him! He is barely holding on thanks to you!" Jaime screamed.

"H-How is he?"

"Go find out for your damn self, since you did this damage." Jaime yelled at her, pointing to the door as she sat back down, covering her face with her hands as she sobbed. "I should've turned in that stupid fucking gun."