Inside These Prison Walls(TWD fanfic)

Chapter Three

"Christina!"  I shout, tears welling up. "Christina!"

"Taylor, I think she's gone." Will says, beside me.

"No, no she can't be. Maybe she just went for a walk! Or had to go to the bathroom, or something." I say, framing my face with my hands, frantic.

"Taylor, she's gone. We have to keep moving! You're screaming is going to draw walkers!"

Will tries to grab my arm, but I refuse.

"We're not leaving until we find my sister! I'm not leaving without her. She's-she's all I have."

"Taylor, I'm sorry. Christina is gone. I'm sorry, I truly am, but we have to go!"

Snarling in the far distance begins to sound, telling us both that walkers heard my grief. As if destroying the world wasn't enough, I couldn't grieve without them ruining that too?!

"Christina, Christina, please don't do this to me." I whisper. "Please don't leave me too. You can't. You can't leave me. I need you. I need you here, not as one of them, but as my sister. Please come back to me. Please."

"Taylor."

I whirl around and see Christina standing there, blood all over her, eyes red like one of those things. Like a walker.

"Taylor. Taylor, wake up. Wake up. Taylor!"

I jerk awake, sitting up in bed. Daryl sits before me, looking somewhat worried.

"Are you okay? You were crying."

I lean against the wall, framing my face with my hands. My hands feel wet, and I realize that I am crying.

"It-it was a dream. Just a dream." I try to convince him, but even to me, my voice sounds shaky and unsteady.

"It sounded like a pretty freaky dream. You were crying out. You kept saying Christina."

"That's-that's--" I take a deep breath, but can't continue on.

"That's your sister, right?"

"Yeah." I look down and realize my legs are bare. My jeans, kicked off before I fell asleep, lay across the floor. I try to pull my shirt down to cover it.

"Are you okay?"

I look away from his eyes, which are round, full with care. I take a deep breath and blink. A tear rolls down my cheek, hopefully unnoticed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. No don't. Talking, talking about it just makes it worse. It just makes me feel more and-" I can't finish because suddenly everything inside of me breaks, and I begin to cry. Not just cry, but sob. Daryl wraps his arms around me and holds me as a sob.

  I break free and frame my face with my hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I say. I wipe my eyes and lean away from him. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He says. "It's okay to cry."

I get off the bed and begin to pace. "No, no it isn't! It is not okay!" I throw my hands up in frustration. "This is a freaking apocalypse! The world has ended! There's no time to cry, no time to feel!"

"Taylor,"

"No." I stop him. "No." I walk out of the tiny cell and into the cold hallway. My bare legs are cold against the night air, but I don't care. I walk down the walkway a little bit. I lean up against the wall and take a deep breath. Losing energy, I slide down the wall and sit on the ground. Spreading my legs out in front of me, I relax. A few tears slide down, almost in a tired motion.