We Can Sleep Now

Chapter 18

All the energy in my body had been drained by needles, tests, cuts, and being restrained. I had never felt so sick in my entire life.

I slid in and out of sleep, fairly certain it had been three days since I first woke up.

Today he wanted to cut a piece of flesh out of me and feed it to the walkers.

I was always on the verge of tears from the pain and sickness.

"They're goin to kill you." I whispered, my head felt like it was swimming.

The scalpel dug into my other thigh close to my knee, I was so numb I could only feel the coldness of the blade.

"I will go down as the docter who saved the world, perfected the cure so we would never have to deal with this virus again." He peeled back my skin, that I could feel, I screamed, quickly interrupted by his hands over my mouths.

I broke down, water finally streaming from my eyes as I silently sobbed.
You couldn't even kill yourself. Screw up. You should try again. Do it better.

The voices entranced me, as I swirled in their limbo abyss.

"I am willing to die for the greater good of the world." He stated, but his voice sounded distant and muffled.

You've become Dawn, I wanted to spit, wanted so bad to not have my will broken.

To be fierce and threaten him.

But I couldn't, I was dead inside.

"Docter?" A voice called from the other side of the wear house.

Quickly he placed a cloth over in my mouth, gagging me.

I didn't remember the last time I had eaten anythin.

"Rick, do you need something?"

"How is she?" They were close, maybe if I streamed hard enough Rick would hear me.

"Nothing new, I'll let you know if there are any changes in her pattern." I could here Edwards start to come back to the room.

"Can I see her?" Rick followed.

"No." He quickly answered, too quick, I new Rick would be suspicious.

"Why not?"

Hands pulled the cloth out if my mouth and I blinked confused.

Carl started to undo the belts and buckles that held my arms and legs down for three days.

"Daryl c'mon help me with her."

Daryl? I tried to sit up but Carl quickly cautioned me not too.

"What kind of son of a bitch did your father hire?" Daryl asks, my heart races, how I missed his voice.

Carl chuckles as they both help me up, having grown quite a few inches taller than me.

"She's bleeding." Carl says, why the hell can't I speak? I want to say so much but my body is slack.

"C'mon lets get her to Maggie." Daryl gruffs, as the stand me up. My knees bend at the weight and I tumble forward hopelessly, thankfully bein caught by Daryl's strong familiar arms.

He hoisted me up, ans there was a flicker of surprise on his face beofe it was erased and taken back to the normal no expression mask he would wear.

Slowly they dragged me towards the hall way as blood slid down my leg.

"Are you okay?" I finally manage to ask, lookin at Daryl as my pupils dilelate in and out of focus.

He freezes, blinkin slowly as he stares at me, the nods a small head bobble.

We trudge our way to the exit and when we finally step out of the door I am over whelmed by fresh air and sunlight.

"Where are we going?" Daryl asks, and Carl points in the direction of the house.

I am confused as to why Daryl didn't just know that we'd be going home anyways.

All the tears in body had dried up for a long time, I was raw, just stropped down to the emotional core.

There was a gunshot behind us, it echoed throughout the large buildin.
To much death.

I smile.