Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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Hey dudes ilyasm okay here we go :)
Writing this chapter made me sad and it might make you too so heads up
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SKYE

I awoke back into reality quickly and I automatically remembered what was happening. Thank god I didn't stay passed out long.

Bob. The church. The group. Gareth.

I was behind everyone, sprawled out on a pew near the back of the church with a rag over my forehead. It was damp -- like it had just been placed -- and I sat up slowly, huffing to myself and pressing the towel against my throbbing temples.

The conversation echoed from the front of the church and I allowed the panicked voices to flow through my ears.

"You're gonna be okay! Here just relax!" Sasha ushered around bob along side a few others, obviously in a frenzy. Everyone was backed up, scurrying to get medical supplies. "We'll get you some pain killers and stuff to help."

Rick pointed to Carl across the group. "Carl, go get the meds from my bag in the back. We need some for Skye too."

Carl turned towards the back of the church --towards me-- and his eyes remained down cast as he ran to the bag sitting by me. Before he got there, I dug through the worn backpack leaning against my pew and found the meds Rick had been speaking of.

It was no use anyways though. Bob was bitten. No one except me knew yet.

"Skye, you're awake?!" Carl looked at me as I twisted the container open in my blood palm. "You weren't out for long."

"I don't stay passed out for long. I'm okay. Here, go give it to him." I popped a pill in my house and thrusted the white bottle towards him. "I don't know if Bob will take it though."

Carl grabbed it and turned to retrieve the meds for Bob, but he looked at me with a confused expression. "Wait what?"

I sighed and pressed the rag against my forehead, eyes saddened as they landed on Bob. Bob wouldn't waste medicine. A paleness was spreading over his face, his eyes were bloodshot, his body was weak, and he looked much worse than he did earlier. He wasn't a selfish man. For I knew that beneath his shirt laid the cause of his gruesome death.

"Carl, he's bitten..."

Carl's eyes went wide and he looked down the rows to see if the depressing claim I had made was true. Bob beat Carl to it though, for at that moment, Bob was pulling his shirt down off of his shoulder, revealing the harsh, dead truth. Everyone's faces went white and Bob looked defeated.

The man shifted against the pew, drawing a deep breath. "I'm bitten. I don't need them. Give them to Skye." Bob said weakly to no one in particular. Everyone was astounded, even Rick and Abraham who always looked stern and unfazed.

A sad silence fell over the room and I motioned for Carl to help me up. He led me down the isle quietly as Sasha sat back on her knees for a moment, eyes pleading and hoping that it wasn't true what she was seeing.

"When did this happen?" Sasha asked with a strained voice as she bit her lip.

"It was at the food bank. I didn't want you to worry." He said as his words seemed to tremble, but he kept a calm face. Somehow, through abilities I knew I didn't have, he managed a smile. His hand went to her face and he wiped a small tear, a simple,but heartfelt gesture.