Glenn & Maggie (TheWalkingDead)

Chapter 6

( Maggie's POV )

Surviving. That's what you have to do in this world. The best part of life is not just surviving, but thriving with passion and compassion and humor and style and generosity and kindness. The world isn't that anymore. The world has almost come to an end. It's up to us, to bring it back. I love it here. Correction: I loved it here.

"Everyone keep moving," I heard Rick say. We all needed to leave the prison, fast. A herd of about what looked like more than a thousand walkers were pushing the fences, and broke most of the fences down. We were almost surrounded.

There was one more opening left. To the east. We all got on the bus. Our normal plan. Our escape plan. Our safety plan. I couldn't see Beth though. "Where's Beth?" I yelled. Everyone looked around. She wasn't there.

"I have to go look for her," I tell Glenn.

"No, I'll go, you keep here, stay safe," he says getting up.

"No, stay here, I'll be right back," I say again. He nods, and sits down. Still not wanting me to go. He isn't in the condition right now. He looks like he is about to faint. With the disease that flew around the prison, it almost killed him.

"I love you, I'll be waiting here for you, come back in a few minutes," he whispered. I told him I love him back, and told him I'll be okay.

I went around the prison and I still couldn't find Beth, she must've found the bus and went on the bus with Judith. I went back to where the bus was. But it wasn't there anymore.

The walkers start surrounding me, good thing I have my bullet-proof armor and I find a way to get through them. I sit down in a gated area. I fall to the floor. The next thing I know, is I wake up to walkers all around me, but they aren't getting me, they're trapped.

This is a dream. I think. This was just a dream. But only, it wasn't a dream. It was happening. My worst fears were happening. My nightmares were happening. Right before my eyes.

I look around me and see the walkers trying to get me, but I'm blocked by the strong fencing. It looks like its the evening. I sit for a while. Hearing the growling and moaning of the walkers. Then everything just comes out. I start crying and crying. And I can't stop.

I think about Glenn. I think about my family. I think about everyone and everything. There has to be a way to get out of here. There has to be. I wait for something to save me. Something, someone, anything. I just need one last piece of hope. I need to know that something is still there for me.

It's still the evening. I must've been crying for at least an hour. Glenn has to be alive. Everyone has to be alive. Come on, Maggie. I tell my self, 'get over it, stand up, and find them'. The world is in my hands. I can find them. I will find them. I will survive.

Surviving. That's what you have to do in this world. The best part of life is not just surviving, but thriving with passion and compassion and humor and style and generosity and kindness. The worlds not that anymore. The world has almost come to an end. It's up to us, to bring it back. I love it here. Correction: I loved it here.