War Of The Damned - (Daryl & Beth) - The Walking Dead

3. A Small Reprieve

3. A SMALL REPRIEVE

I swivel on my feet jus' as Glenn an' Tyreese make it up' the bank. I take Lizzie off o' his shoulders and he darts back ta his sister Sasha, the source of the scream. I remove my crossbow from my chest, signalin' Glenn ta take the kids away. Sasha was cryin' out too loudly for it ta be somethin' other than fuckin' serious. She'd caught her leg on somethin'... Or somethin' had caught her.

I run forward, Tyresse is already there, not too far from the island. He takes Mika and pulls his sister by the waist. She cries out more loudly. "Walker, Tyreese. I'm bit." She says through clenched teeth. Tyreese is furious an' tosses the child back so he can lift his sister completely.

I walk backwards, there's blood turnin' the water red an' its comin' ta'ward me an' Mika. I look up ta see Tyreese give one final pull an' Sasha breaks free...but half off her foot is missin'. Sasha cries inta' the crook of Tyreese's neck as he carries her outa' the water.

"Blondie," I yell an' Beth resurfaces from the other side of the bushes where the caravans had been fately parked. "Those empty?" She nods her head frantically, lookin' from me ta Sasha an' Tyreese an back ta me again. She knows what we 'ave ta do - Rick had done the same thing ta her Daddy. So Beth quickly turns on her heels an' leads the way. "Get 'er inside. Glenn keep the kids occupied."

"We know what you're going to do."

I look at Lizzie before followin' Beth ma'self. The girl's turnin' cold, can see it in her eyes. And Tyreese had told me 'bout her savin' his life. She'll end up like Carl if we don't watch out for her. "It's one thing ya can do without seein' kid." I don't wait for an answer cause I ain't interested.

I find Beth standin' outside the first caravan with the lil' Asskicker in her arms. She looks at me worriedly, there's tears threatenin' ta spill outa' her big blue eyes. I don' say anythin' ta her, jus' merely brush my arm against hers as I walk passed an' inta' a scene that could'a been in some hit TV show or movie. Sasha's fucked, lyin' on the bed in a dream-like state and Tyreese is kneelin' beside her, drenched in his own sister's blood. I feel sorry for the guy; first he looses Karen and now Sasha.

No. I ain't gon' let that happen.

"Move over," I say an' Tyreese grunts, throwin' me a arched look. I undo the belt on my jeans. "Want her ta live or not? Probly be good ta go find that machete I gave ta Beth." He shakes his head then stops, realizin' there ain't no other way. As he does what I told him ta, I fasten the belt jus' above Sasha's knee, I'll cut 'er where Hershel was cut. That seemed ta work out fine.

Tyreese returns an he hands me the blade. He's shakin', probly from the shock of the situation. I can't help but think'a Merle at this moment. Some people jus' weren't as tough as my son 'o bitch brother. Heck he'd sawed off his own hand an' survived, an' he'd done it alone.

Sasha suddenly came ta her senses, or so it seemed. She mumbles in a blur but Tyreese an' I understand what she was sayin'. "You wan't me to leave you? To let you die?" Tyreese said loudly, not believin' his ears. "I can't Sasha. You know I can't."

"You have to." She coughed. I was conflicted, we needed ta do it now, before the virus spread anymore than it already has.

"No. I won't. You're going to live and that's all I have to say on the matter." Tyreese said, lookin' at me expectantly. Do it, his eyes are tellin' me. 'cept Sasha stops me.

"I don't want to be a burden to the group. And I don't want to lose my fucking leg Tyreese. Just kill me now and be done with it."

She did kind of have a point. Hershel had the safety of the prison when he was bitten in the catacombs. Not that it was safety every day. Now, we're on the run. She'd only slow us down. And with younglings ta protect...she'd be better off dead.