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"No!!" Maggie screams, and as soon as she does, the sound of boots hitting concrete slam against my eardrums even though i can't seem to process this.

All sounds appear to be hollow and deep as if I'm underwater. My lungs feel the same when I look up at my dad. His expression is mourning and shock. "Dad, I, I couldn't take them they were just there, and then They weren't. im so sorry." I mumble slowly.

Dad helps me up before embracing me and guiding me away from hershels body as well as Maggie. Guilt takes over my body, and I feel numb.

"I'm so sorry." I cry into his chest, and he rubs the back of my head softly.

"I know, I know." His reassurance is so calming and beautiful. It could put put me to sleep like I'm three again and listening to my favourite lullaby.

"We need to get back!" Rick thunders from the hallway, returning and sprinting, making my tears fade and me realise that we're currently surrounded by walkers in a concrete maze.

Groaning follows, and dad hands me my bow before I can even ask for it, patting my back in a signal to run as fast as I can.

Thank god for Glenn's arrows. Otherwise, we would've got lost a long time ago.

It's only a ten minute sprint back to the cell block, and once we arrive, Maggie runs past me, hysterically crying. For only a moment, I get a glimpse of a look she gave me. A very dirty look. It looks almost as if she wants to kill me.

Beth runs past Maggie, frowning and immediately running to see if everyone is okay.

"Daddy?" She asks, rounding the corner. That's when she sees us. "Where's dad?" She asks, and I shake my head solemnly.

She shakes her head in denial before running after Maggie.

I walk back to mine and Beth's cell before sitting on the bottom bunk - Beth's bunk.

For a moment, I ponder my thoughts before bursting out into quiet sobs. My hands shakily cover my face, and tears soak my palms.

The gate flings open to the cell, and Beth immediately walks in. The expression on her face is fuming, and I stand up in case she wants to sit.

"You..." beth takes a moment to think of an insult. "You bitch!" Tears run down her already puffy face. Clearly, her and Maggie blame me.

"Beth, i couldn't -" i try to defend myself but stop. Should I really be defended? Is it really my fault.

"My daddy is DEAD because of YOU! and you can't change that. May dixon, i hate you. I will always hate you. I don't- i.." her voice trails off before she begins to collapse.

I break her fall, catching her and not letting go even when she yells at me. Eventually, she stops struggling and nuzzles her head softly into my chest, letting the tears fall onto my tank top.

"I know. It's okay. It's gonna be okay." Small sobs escape her mouth as I say the soft words. The fragile blonde wasn't made for this world. I wish we could live normally. Away from all this. But that's impossible. All i can do right now is hold her. Hold her and never let go.

Well, that's what I planned until I heard a rush of voices sound from outside the cell, including my fathers. He seems to be distressed.

I hold the frale girl in my arms for a few moments longer before not giving her the option to stand up on her own. My arms linger around her presence, and then, as gently as I possibly can, i stretch my arm underneath her legs and on her back so I'm holding her before lifting her fragile body ever so slightly.

As gently as possible, my arms lower her down onto the mattress. Her doe eyes look up at me softly. Deep down, the anger she feels radiates from her glare onto mine. And i almost faint at the feeling. It's so pure, and there's just so much of it.

"I'm so sorry, Beth. I have to go." I slip out of the room, my words lingering in the air. Desperately, deeply in my soul, I long for her to try and stop me. But she never does.

A part of me knows that the wound is too deep to heal without a scar. Another part of me wishes it wasn't.

It's only a few seconds walk away from the other room where my dad has his crossbow raised. At some complete strangers. The sound of my boots hitting the floor makes Rick turn around, daryl not taking his eye off of the new faces.

"May, go back." Rick tells me simply.

"But I can help." The words fall out of my mouth like running water. Ricks gaze hardens slightly at the phrase. "Please?"

"Haven't you done enough?" The last word lingers on his tongue harshly. My gaze softens, and I nod slowly before walking backwards. Eventually turning on my heel, running back down the hall. My ears listen in for any sign of disapproval, quickly getting declined when my father changes the subject, looking back at the intruders.

Everyone hates me. No wonder. I killed the only doctor we have. Lori is probably going to die in childbirth because of it. God forbid there's a bug or virus going around. We could all die, and it'd be my fault. It is my fault.

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