The Walking Dead || 5SOS

Final Chapter

5 years later...

Michael

       I did my daily routine of patrolling the area of what we now call, "home" but no matter where we go, where we move to- I wont ever claim anything as home anymore. Home to me was Ashton, Calum, and Luke. Now they're gone.

No, they aren't dead. I mean, I hope they aren't. God, I would do anything to be back with the three boys I called family. They day we lost Ali, there was changes. We tried to stick together- become stronger. But, that just wasn't the case. About six months later, the group fell apart. We no longer were happy. 

 I tried everything in my power to keep us together but eventually, Luke and Ellie took Bella in as their own. I mean, overtime when Bella finally started talking she called them "mooma" and "dooda" and eventually became her uncles and aunts. But, that was when we were happy and finally felt at peace after Ali's death. 

Ashton never moved on. He was the first to leave the group. Except, he left without acknowledging anyone of us. We took refuge in the facility. Ellie told us the idea her parents intended for the immune. He raided out the people trying to kill. We turned the facility into a safe haven for anyone and everyone. If anyone got bit, we had to put them in quarantine. It hurt to keep them in quarantine. To see their loved ones look so hurt and couldn't except the fact that they were going to die. But everyone expects. They knew someone has to die and that's the truth of it.

   The day Ashton left, we searched. Everyone thinks he died but I know he didn't. He's searching for something. He's searching for something he can't reach. Everyone gave up which made me think about them twice. He was the one who kept us smiling and when we couldn't find him, they gave up. Which made me next-next to leave the group. I was so angry that I left but, out of everyone who could have left with me Jemma did. I thought she hated me but I never understood why she came. But I'm glad she did.

She's carrying our child now. We never actually planned to have children, not in what we would call our "World" but it happened. We're both 25 now, and living in a what we would call our normal is fighting to survive. Even if it means killing. 

Although, I always wonder where Calum and Aaden (A/N; I changed Laurence's name to Aaden because I didn't enjoy the name nor did I think it suited his character.) ended up. It worries me. How did I go from being happy- doing something I loved. Preforming for fans-people who made me so happy- along the side of the three brothers I never had, considering I grew up without siblings. 

I was snapped out of my dream when one of our guards, Kyle, came running to me, "Jemma is in labor," I ran towards the building where Jemma and I live in. Some of our refugees who were nurses and doctors before, were helping her onto the bed. "Mikey..." she groaned a bit, "It's okay baby, I'm here."

"No Michael.." She gave a soft smile. I was lost. She was supposed to be happy. Right? 

"No Michael, if this is normal life. She would be C section. But we don't have the resources."

"W-what do you mean?" I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. God, just wake me up from whatever nightmare this is.

"We have to cut her open.."

"Mikey, I'm going to die."

*

I felt my self black out for a couple seconds. No, I can't lose her. She promised to always be by my side. 

"Mikey- you do it." I could feel my eyes widen. "Jem-" She set the knife in my hands, "I love you. Forever and always. I'll see you in the stars soon." I felt my self sobbing but everyone left the room. "Jemm.." "Hey hey" she caressed the side of my cheek, "You're going to have baby Daniel with you now. He'll be a reminder of me." She softly smiled. I kissed her one last time and did what I had to do. After the horrendous nightmare happened. I laid baby Daniel in my arms. The doctors and nurses taking him to give him the necessitates. Then taking Jemma's lifeless body away from her. I still laid on the ground, "Hey c'mon. You should be the one to bury her." Margret, one of the elders gently spoke. 

I couldn't bring myself to it. I could feel my stomach twisting and turning. I got up and ran to outside, throwing up nothings. After vomiting out my stomach, I walked towards a cementary we built for our loved ones. Everyone surrounded the grave for her. I dropped to the ground again. Letting out screams and sobs. Everyone left, giving me the time I needed. Leaving the shovel. I sat on the ground for hours until a familiar voice spoke, "Congrats on the bay Michael. I always knew you would be the one to find happiness first. Even, with the most unexpected people." 

I turned around. Calum stood there with Daniel sleeping in his arms. 

"What are you doing here?" I more so stated rather than questioned.

"I was close with Jemma too, ya know."

"That didn't answer my questioned, Cal you left me alone, Without anybody." My voice cracked.

"I'm sorry" He whispered.

"Let's bury her together then we'll talk. Yeah?" 

I nodded slightly, then calling over Amelia, a refugee of ours. He set Daniel in her arms. Then we buried Jemma.

*

After a few tears, Calum followed me back to what we call our "meeting room" aka the old security break room. I was greeted by Aaden playing with Daniel, "Long time no see" he smiled a bit. He handed me Aaden. I gave Aaden his bottle sitting down across from Aaden and Calum, "Ok-not to sound rude but why are you here?" 

They both exchanged looks, "They're back."

"Whose back..?"

"The Keepers."