❝𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢❞
𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎
[f!oc x daryl dixon]
[m!oc x m!oc]
an ex-wife is scorned, waiting on the porch for a daughter who may not return.
an ex-husband is conflicted, fighting between his...
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𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓
"How do we lose a man?" I joke from the doorway, my axe slung over one shoulder. Monica, my mom, looks annoyed as she looks around the room, poking around the small closet.
"Don't start with me, Emmett." She opens the bathroom door and frowns. "We left for one day. I didn't think he would wake up." Her voice quivers in stress, and I sigh, moving to rub a comforting hand on her shoulder. Her distress is palpable, and I can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.
"I was just teasing—I'm sorry." She looks at me for a moment, then nods.
"No, it's not your fault. I just...I thought we could keep him safe for a little while longer." My mother, Monica, had worked as a nurse at Harrison Memorial Hospital for years. When Wildfire first spread in Kings County, the military rolled in to assess anyone admitted with the virus. She called me from a broom closet in tears, claiming the military was shooting down patients and staff. The hospital was in chaos, and the situation was spiraling out of control. Apparently, one of the doctors ate a soldier.
When she called me, I wasn't working, but I was clearing out my locker at the fire station. They had closed the station that morning, stating that we would be going into a state of emergency. Our county had one of the worst outbreaks of this new virus, but they still weren't telling us any new information. Instead, we got the same news reports on repeat. By the time I got to the hospital, they were dragging people into the parking lots by the dozen. Each with a bullet wound in the head.
After a few days of hiding, we cleared out the hall and used the coma ward as our home base. Mom knew the hospital like the back of her hand, so we blocked off all the exits and hunkered down. I wanted to leave and go out to the country, find somewhere far away from any of the roamers, but while clearing out the hall, we found a coma patient still hooked up.
"Should we leave again and look for him?" she cringed, instant regret showing after she suggested leaving. I hummed as I looked out the door into the ruined hallway. She had been scared to leave town or even the hospital. The two-day trip out of town to get more supplies was already past her exposure limit to the world.
