King ☞ r. grimes

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Abandoned

Katie held Judith tight as she stumbled through the woods.

She had to get as far away from the prison as she could.

Katie was slowly bleeding out.

She didn't know how much longer she could make it without medical attention.

"Katie King, you cannot die. You have to take care of this baby," Katie ordered herself.

Her vision was slowly clouding and blacking out.

Once she was a couple miles out, she found a small abandoned house.

She walked in and checked every room.

It was clear.

She set Judith down on the ground and checked the wound on her side.

It was still bleeding badly.

Katie was glad that she hadn't lost the backpack that she found on her way out of the prison.

She may have lost her bag of personal things, but she had medical supplies.

Those were more important.

She ripped open the package of sutures.

She laid down on her side.

She bit down on a pillow that was on the couch in the home.

She started giving herself stitches.

She prayed that she wouldn't pass out from the pain.

She was already so weak from blood loss.

Once she was finished, she looked down at her handiwork.

"Damn. I didn't even go to med school," she laughed weakly to herself as she looked at the horrible stitching job.

"That's gonna leave a badass scar," Katie sighed.

She picked Judith up off of the ground.

She held the baby close to her chest and started sobbing.

She cried for Rick.

She cried for Carl.

For Herschel.

For Maggie.

For Daryl.

For Beth.

For Sasha.

For Tyreese.

For Glenn.

For the kids.