Dixons Angels/ON HOLD

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Angelica's pov

"Ok. I guess we need to have a council meeting."

Hershel explained to us the illness spreading throughout the prison. "The illness is like a common cold. It's not the illness killing the patients it's the symptoms. Coughing, hacking, fever, and puking are all symptoms." I felt the color drain from my face, as I remembered Ally puking earlier and coughing.

"Ally has been coughing." I spoke up.

"So has Karen and David." Spoke Daryl. "We quarantine them." Carol speaks. I did NOT like the look she shot me, but agreed.

"So it's settled. The sick are to be quarantined."

It was later that night when I wandered to Daryl. He was sleeping on the perch. I laid down next to him, snuggling into his side. He groggily draped his arm over my waist and pulled me into his side. I could not sleep thinking about Ally. The thought of her being sick made me upset. The whole thing sent a shiver down my spine. I concluded I wouldn't be able to sleep until I saw Ally.

I made my way over to her cell, only to see a trail of blood. I began to run as fast as I can, following the gruesome trail.

The smell. It was unbearable. The sun slowly was rising, revealing a horrific sight before me. My daughters corpse, burned to a crisp. It was as if someone had punched my in the stomach. Like someone took a needle and poked a hole in both of my lungs, letting the air slowly drain out painfully. I screamed, I felt myself scream but I couldn't hear anything. And that was the end of my life, my blood, my soul. Rest in peace my baby, but rest assured,

I will find out who did this.

And I will watch them rot in hell.

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Daryls pov

A shriek sent me flying out of bed. The shriek of a broken Angel echoed through the night. The sun was just rising as I raced to the source of the scream. There laid my beautiful angel on the ground.

I kneeled beside her, checking for bites or scratches. "What's wrong darlin'?" She shakily lifted her hand, pointing over my shoulder to burning bodies. My eyes came across one, and it was a body I could never forget.

Her dark black hair laid across the cold cement, matching the color of the smoke coming off of her. Her pale skin was charred in many areas, covering half of her gorgeous face. The eyes...the eyes is what gave it away. What told me it was mine, what told me it was ours. They stared dead at the sky, as if watching a bird fly through it. All was silent except for the sound of my angel sobbing and my heavy breathing; because that night we lost a child.

Our child.