THE REWRITTEN VERSION
❝ DARLIN' I'M WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER, ❞
t. walking dead
daryl dixon x fem! oc
season 1 - season ?
slow burn
[-angrybruce 2024]
REMMI watched her watch diligently. It was her favorite piece of jewelry. A gift from her mother and father once she graduated medical school. It had a nice, red leather band with silver crystals that lined the two little black hands. She was charting an update on Rick Grimes, her brother's friend, but also the town Sheriff. Her lunch break would be soon and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't craving the lasagna that sat in her lunch box in the staff room.
It was the popping sound that drew away from her thoughts.
It started off as quiet, a small sound that Remmi ignored until it got closer. As she began to make a move to investigate, the door suddenly burst open. In came an out of breath Shane Walsh, the acting Sheriff of King's County. He held a finger to his lips as he whispered, "Help me get the bed down and a sheet o'er his head."
Nodding, Remmi did as told.
The gunshots grew louder, the screams of nurses and doctors too became a sound that rung through Remmi's ears.
"What's happening?" Remmi asked as Shane held his ear to the door. "Shane?"
Shane shushed the woman, telling her to get down as he quickly followed behind her. He wrapped an arm around her, holding a hand to her mouth. He felt the hot tears on his hand as they fell from her eyes. When the door suddenly swung open, Remmi's eyes grew wide and Shane's gripped her tighter against him.
Once it finally slammed shut, the two of them hesitantly got up off the floor.
"Please, Shane... Tell me what's going on." She begged as he held his ear to Rick's chest.
"I-Is he dead?" He asked her, ignoring her pleas.
Shakily, Remmi took out her stethoscope and placed the circle to Rick's chest. Wrapping the blue cord around her neck, Remmi placed two fingers to his neck, checking a pulse. When she found neither, her hands instantly went to start CPR. Tears ran down her face as Shane forcefully pulled her away.
"We have to go-" He pried, "Remmi! We have to go!"
"N-No, we can't! You won't even tell me what's goin' on!"
"They are killin' every single one of 'em out there! I won't let you be next, now let's go!" Shane finally screamed at the small woman.
Nodding her head, she gripped the hand he held out for her to grab. As they quietly opened the door to Rick's hospital room, Remmi and Shane placed an empty bed in front of the door. As if to stop anyone else from coming inside.
"Take us out the back way." Shane whispered.
She still didn't dare to say a word as they made their way through the silent halls and out through to the staircase. The lights flickered on and off as their feet pounded down the staircase. As they approached the red EXIT sign, Remmi unlocked the door.
Despite the chaos that ensued outside, the two of them ignored it and made way to Shane's black Jeep. Once the car was started, Shane began speeding down and out of the parking lot. Remmi watched fights break out all over the street.
They were biting each other. She thought it to be odd. When she finally mustered up the courage to speak, Shane's phone rang.
"A-Andrew?" Remmi stammered as Shane passed the phone over to her.
"Remmi? Are you with Shane?"
"Yes. Andrew they were shooting people at the hospital, innocent people!"
"Tell Shane to drive to Lori's. It's some kind of virus. It's been all over the news this morning and yesterday, but now it's–"
The call suddenly dropped.
"Andrew?" She asked, her tone hesitant. "Andrew!?"
"What did he say?" Shane, who also was trying to keep it together
Remmi stared at the cell phone and took a deep breath, something she had been working on with her new therapist.
"H-He said to go to Lori's. . . T-That it's some kind of virus and–" Then came the tears.
Shane tried his best to calm her down, but it wasn't until Remmi saw her family inside of Lori's living room that she truly calmed down. She embraced her brother and his pregnant wife, along with her little nephew, Matthew. Andrew began to explain that the police station started to get odd phone calls that morning. It started off as attacks all over town, people biting each other and eating them alive. Andrew shrugged them off as prank calls.
Until he quickly realized that they weren't pranks, but rather a new reality. Andrew described it as a reckoning from God himself. An apocalyptic punishment for their sins.
The four of them began to discuss what their next move should be. If they should risk staying in town or take themselves to the road.
"If we stay for a while, maybe things will clear up. Maybe they'll go back to normal." Eleanor, Andrew's wife, suggested.
"I say we take our chances on the road. Maybe one of them old campsites up north, away from the city." Andrew offered.
Lori sighed, "Or maybe we go to the city. Wouldn't they have some sort of refugee camp?"
Shane nodded in agreement before turning to Remmi, "What do you think?"
Looking up, Remmi met their eyes. She was surprised they had even wanted her input. "I-I think we should head to Atlanta. Lori's right, the CDC or the Military base would have some sort of refugee set up."
"All in favor?" Andrew asked.
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