*Five years later*
Walking into the abandoned building, I swung my axe at the head of one of the undead, cracking its skull open, brains and blood spilling out and onto my shoes. "Great," I muttered, then stepped over it. I heard something behind me and turned around quickly, ready to crack it's head open, then I saw it was just Glenn. "Jesus, Glenn. You like to scare people for a livin'?"
He chuckled and said, "Cute. You know, just because you're eighteen years old and the leader of our group, doesn't mean you can get cocky." He placed his knife back in it's holder, tied to his belt. "Shit," he mumbled and I looked at him. "That's what it smells like in here."
I laughed and said to him, "I thought something happened when you said that. Thanks for freaking me out...again." Walking around corpses that Shane, Rick, and Daryl had already gotten, I made my way back to the area in the building which we had claimed as our own.
Shane looked up and smiled at me when I came into earshot, "Hey Little Red!" Daryl and Rick both looked up and nodded at me, halfsmiling. Shane called me 'Little Red' because I was short for my age, five foot four, and my face had a natural red-ish tint to it, so it looked like I was blushing all of the time. Daryl was eating raw squirrel and I sighed, laughing to myself.
He looked up at me, mouth full and asked, "What?" He smiled a little and laughed.
"You can't at least cook it?" I smiled at him.
He shook his head, "Nope." Everyone laughed and I looked back at the door, seeing Carol, Lori, Carl, and Amy. It made me think of all of our losses. Andrea, T-Dog, Jim and Dale, Sophia, Jacqui, Hershel and Maggie. Maggie was the most recent. She died in child birth, needing a C-Section and she didn't survive it. Sadly, neither did her child. Glenn had been heartbroken, and I had saved him from killing himself after her death.
Walking back to the door, I walked next to Carol. "Need any help?" I asked her, putting my hands in my back pockets.
She smiled and shook her head. "No, we're good."
I smiled and hugged her, walking back towards the back of the warehouse where the guys were. Glenn was showing them a certain way to swing an axe, and he didn't see me walk up behind him and say, "So, like this?" And throw my arms like I'm about to hit him, and he turns around scared. "Payback for scaring me earlier."
Shane laughed and said, "Little Red plays dirty like the rest of us." We all laughed at that, sitting on empty crates.
"Yeah, you wish I played on the same level as y'all. I'm a little more advanced then y'all are." I winked mockingly and laughed. There was a echoing of 'ohhh' after my remark, and Shane held up his hands in defeat.
Just then I heard screaming and jumped up, grabbing my axe, and turning around. A walker was clutching Amy's arm, tearing flesh away from her. I ran holding the axe up and yelled, "Watch out!" as I ran up behind the other women in the group, swinging my axe and slicing the walker's head in half, blood spilling onto Amy's hair and face. Kicking the walker's body to the side, I dispatched the other three who had wandered over, then dropped the axe and ran over to Amy. "Amy! Amy!" I repeated over and over. Lori was holding Carl in her arms, Daryl clutching Carol.
She was crying on the ground, clutching her arm, blood pouring out at an alarming rate. I was breathing heavy, "What do you want me to do?" I asked her. She smiled faintly up at me, letting the tears fall gently onto her cheeks. "I can leave you..."
She shook her head and swallowed. "End it," she choked out, her voice so quiet I had to lean down to hear her. "Grab your gun...and...end it."
Tears flowed down my cheeks as I touched my gun, "Are you sure about this, Amy?"
She looked me in the eyes, a look of knowledge and understanding in her eyes. She shooked her head and mumbled, "I just want to be with my sister." She paused, choking on her tears. "Please."
A tear escaped my eye as I removed my pistol from it's holder, my hand shaking uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, Amy." I didn't just cry for Amy. I also cried for the fact that the world was run by the dead, with a desire for blood lust.
She shook her head, smiling. "Don't be. I want this."
Tears blurred my vision as I readied my gun. And just as I was about to raise the barrell to her forehead, I looked up, seeing Andrea standing there. She looked beautiful, clean and youthful. She nodded at me, and reached her hand down towards Amy, open and waiting. I put the gun to her head, and pulled the trigger. Just as I heard the ringing in the air, I saw Amy's hand in Andrea's, then the two of them walking away together.
Happy and safe, reunited once again.
