Little Rhee (A Walking Dead fanfiction) *Under Editing*

Chapter 24

*This Chapter Contains Spoilers from the Newest Episode*

Everything came crashing down. One signal of hope before everything fell apart.

I was running. I had been separated from Rick, Carl, and Michonne. Walkers were everywhere. I was out of bullets. I slid my knife out of it's scabbard and swung it at a walkers head. It lodged itself in it's head and wouldn't come out. A walker grabbed my shoulders and I whirled around pulling out of it's grip. I kicked it in the stomach and ran. I saw Tara, Rosita, and Eugene and I approached them.

"Anybody got a good weapon?"

Tara handed me a machete and I gripped it tight swinging at a walker. It's head sliced in half. I wiped my forehead off with my sleeve and ran away from them toward the infirmary.

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It was quiet in the infirmary. Until Denise came running in. I thought now would be a good time to ask.

"Has anyone seen Rick?"

No answer.

"Jessie?"

No response.

"Sam, Maggie?"

Still nothing.

"Michonne, Ron?"

Nothing.

"CARL?"

Everyone stayed silent.

"I see Michonne and Rick. Rick's carrying someone."

My heart started racing. Rick ran inside with Carl. They laid Carl on a gurney and I looked at him. I kissed his cheek and followed Rick out the door.

We fought the walkers one by one. Hit, pull, turn, repeat, taking them all out. Other Alexandrians came to fight with us. Aaron, Eric, Olivia, Michonne, people flooding in from the houses. Then out came Tara, Rosita, Eugene, Carol, Morgan, Father Gabriel. I was kicking and stabbing, slinging my machete carelessly. Rosita grabbed my arm. I turned to her, tears pouring down my face. She held my arm, "Don't get careless, Rhy. We need you." I nodded, breaking from her grip. Swing, slice, turn. Swing, slice, turn. Swing, slice, turn.

"We can lead them!" Rick was screaming.

I doubted it, but still followed. I used my same pattern, swing, slice, turn, take a step forward/back. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I saw my dad, standing with Enid. They handed me a gun. I looked back, "Maggie needs you." I nodded in her direction, then whipped around and shot a walker. I tucked the gun safely into my back pocket and ripped my machete back out. I ran through the herd forming behind me. Following my dad. He told Enid to go get Maggie. He called to the walkers drawing them toward him. He got backed up against the wall I saw him go down and I sliced walkers heads, trying to get to him. A bunch of walkers went down around him and I looked up to see Sgt. Ford and Sasha on the wall shooting down at them. I ran up to my dad and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the ground.

"You good?" I asked.

He nodded and brushed himself off. Daryl drove in with the fuel truck and my dad jumped in with Sgt. Ford and Sasha. Enid and Maggie climbed in next. I climbed up top with Daryl. We went and backed up toward the lake. When Sgt. Ford stopped, I slid off the top onto the ground.

"Rhylee, you okay?" Daryl shouted down to me.

"I think I sprained my ankle." I attempted standing and hissed, "Ow."

I put the weight on my other leg and limped in front of the truck. I shot all the bullets out of my gun, and then I pulled out my machete out. I limped into the herd and smacked the walkers with my machete. Daryl poured fuel out of the truck and lit the fire. I turned and climbed into the truck.

And finally as the fire died down, and we all collected by the infirmary, the walkers were gone. For the first time that night, we stood together and we cried together and it was the perfect ending to a bad tv show. Until Michonne came up to me, while I sat on the porch wiping the tears from my eyes.

"I come bearing bad news." She said sitting next to me on the bottom step.

"As if this night could get any worse. Is Carl okay?"

"He's alive if that's what you mean. He asked for you, but we told him that he needed to rest."

"Good. What's the news?" I asked.

"It's about Ron."

"Is he okay?" I jumped up ready to run to him.

"I- killed him."

"You what!?"

"Rhylee, listen."

"I don't want to listen to you."

"Rhylee!"

But I didn't listen. I took off running, into the new daylight, tripping over hundreds of dead bodies. We did this ourselves. All these dead bodies. We did that. We killed people. Hundreds of people. I stopped myself. We did not kill people. We killed monsters. I'm not like Michonne. I heard footsteps behind me. I called out into the crisp morning air, "Leave me be Michonne!" The footsteps continued and I whirled around to lecture her. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.