Survive ( twd carlgrimes)

Chapter 28

MADISON'S POV.

I threw my knife straight into the walkers head and it falls onto my mom. I fling my bow and remaining arrows onto the ground and haul the body off my mother with all the strength that I have. I shove it as far away from us as possible.

I look at my mother on the ground and my hands fumble helplessly around her, searching for the worst wound to attend to, except all of them look bad.

"Mom?" My voice comes out like a broken whisper but she must have heard me because he eyes flutter in my direction. I grab her hand and squeeze it tightly, not to comfort her so much as to stopping the constant flow of blood from her wrist.

Her face is sticky with sweat and her hair is matted in blood, it smears down her face and neck too, making her look paler than she already is. There's a long scratch down her cheek and my eyes follow it down her neck where it's greeted with a bite mark. I stop breathing when I pull her cardigan away from her torso. It's been mauled, her skin is ripped back revealing yet another pool of blood. I gag.

No! No! No! No!
"Mom.... Mom can you hear me?" I shake her harshly, probably too hard for her fragile body.
She doesn't respond, instead her eyes begin to shut.
"MOM!" I scream, not caring who or what hears me now.

I keep my hands tight against the wounds on her wrist and neck.
"Mom....please, please, please. Just say something .... Anything...."
I tear my hands away from her only to find them covered in blood. I don't take time to register it, I let my hands do the thinking for me as they rip away at my shirt. I tie the thin fabric tightly around my mother wrists. She groans and her eyes open again. She shakes her head back and forth as if trying to keep her body awake.

I see her lips moving and I have to lean in to hear what she's saying.
"Maddie... Take care of your br...." She stutters.
And I know what shes about to say before she finishes it.
Instead, she begins to choke. She spits out blood and it splatters onto her face.

Then all was silence.
There was no more choking.
No more groaning.
No more talking.
No more wheezing of breath, just my own.

Her mouth just falls open and her eyes glaze over, staying perfectly still, looking straight up into the stars. When I was little she used to tell me when her time came she would go there, up to the stars.

"No! No, no, no! Mom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it." I cry, burying my head into her chest, just like I used to when I was little. I wait for her to cradle my head with her hand and kiss my forehead. I never thought I'd want that touch, that affection from her again but now all I want is for her to tell me everything is okay.

But she doesn't move and with my head against her chest I listen closely to hear her hearts frantic attempt to keep beating until finally it slumps to a stop.