TWD- Little Heart Of Iron

48. Flowers.

Mica had made it clear that she wanted to live in the house they'd found. And although it wasn't a bad idea, Blake didn't quite agree. She wanted to keep going. If they found Carol, who's to say they wouldn't find more people? They could be so close to Glenn or Maggie. Daryl or Rick. But they wouldn't find each other if they just stayed in one spot.

But this option was the safest for now. They had gas, water, food. It was a miracle they even found a house like this in working condition.

It was in late in the morning. Carol and Tyreese had just left to go hunt for some food, but they hadn't gone too far. Lizzie, Mica, and Judith were playing out in the front yard. Blake found solace in staying in the house as she read a book she'd found in one of the rooms. It was a pretty old book series called The Magic Tree House. The specific book she was reading, Dinosaurs Before Dark, was published in 1993. That's eight years before Blake was even born.

The pages were yellow and worn. Some pages were slightly torn, others had brown mystery stains.

When Blake was in school, these were the kinds of books that attracted her the most. She liked fantasy, dystopian worlds. But now she was actually living in one and it sucked. She figured she'd rather live in the medieval ages with the knights and the princes rather than an apocalyptic world. But, here she was.

She closed the book as she read through the last page. She stood up, sitting the book on the couch were she was sitting. But just as she was about to go search for another book to pass the time, she heard something.

A scream.

Her expression faltered into one of immense worry as she pulled out her knife. She assumed there were walkers and that the other girls needed help.

She ran toward the front door, dodging all the furniture as she did so. But when she threw the door open and stepped outside, she saw...nothing. Not immediatly, anyway.

She scanned the area- the treeline, the field. Until her eyes landed on the front lawn. There, she saw baby Judith laying on her blanket on her stomach. But her stomach dropped even more when she saw Mica laying there not far from Judith, motionless.

But Lizzie was nowhere to be seen.

"Mica?" Blake called out cautiously, slowly making her way down the stairs of the front porch with her knife gripped tightly in her hand.

Each step felt like a lifetime. As she got closer to the younger girl, it was clear that she was not okay. There was blood.

"Mica?!" Blake called out, more urgent and fearfully this time as she ran to Mica's side and knelt down next to her. What the hell happened? She heard a scream, and now Mica was...dead? But there were no walkers around.

"No, no, no...shit...shit!" Blake murmured, her breath quickening as she scanned over the girls body. "Mica? Wake up, come on! Mica!" She cried out.

And suddenly, as if her day couldn't get any worse, she felt something, or someone, hit her in the head. She grunted as she fell over onto the grass and her knife fell from her hand. The fact that her head still hurt from the explosion at the prison didn't make it any better. Her vision went white and blurry, and whoever had begun talking to her...the words were impossible to make out. It was just muffled noises. Muffled talking and muffled cries coming from Judith.

"I'm sorry," the voice said. Blake looked up weakly, unable to move the rest of her body. She couldn't make out who it was that was talking to her. "You have to understand, now. I can make you understand. You will. All of you will" the voice said solemnly. That was the last thing Blake heard before everything went black.