The Last Greene T.W.D Fanfiction

Chapter One

"Come on Lucas, we've got to go see grampa" I yelled at my 6 year old son. Lucas ran towards me, a pistol in hand.

"What did I say about running with guns, or even having one at your age!"

"I'm fine mama, when I went huntin' with daddy he let me hold a gun" Lucas snorted.

"Do I look like your daddy?" I replied before snatching the gun from his fragile hands.

"Go to the house, grampa's waiting for ya" Lucas nodded and skipped towards the house happily.
I continued to chop the wooden logs in half for fire wood. The gentle breeze blew my hair around frantically as I inhaled the faint smell of grass. I began to ponder about why the world could be so perfect, even when it was ending.

When I finished I made my way back to the farm house, ten logs in hand. Once I entered the house I set the logs down near the fire place then made my way to the porch.
"I wonder where Otis is" I murmured. It was dawn and he still hasn't returned from hunting.
I looked towards the field in front of my house and saw a man running, something in his arms.

"Daddy!" I screamed, frightened of what the man might be carrying to our house.
"What is it sweetie" my dad replied while exiting through the screen door. Beth, Maggie, and the others followed behind. I pointed towards the man.
"Help!" The broad figure cried.
"Was he bit?" Dad asked hesitantly. I could hear the fear hiding deep within his voice.
"My son was shot, by your man!" He replied while walking up our porch. Tears were streaming down his tanned face, all I did was pat his back while my father took his son inside.

"He'll be alright. My daddy's good at this kind of stuff" I reassured him before planting a smile onto my face. He nodded then walked inside, I followed behind him and slammed the door shut.

"Patricia, I'm going to need my full kit. Maggie?" I heard my dad say from the living room.
"Yeah?" Maggie asked.
"We need clean towels and sheets along with Alcohol!" Daddy said, guilt for the boy piling onto his face. Dad lowered the boy onto the bed.
"Is he alive?" The man asked.
I ignored him and grabbed a towel to put pressure on the wound. Daddy checked his fading pulse then nodded.
"I've got a heartbeat, Patricia I need an Iv!" My dad said.
"Name?" I asked the sheriff.
"Rick, Rick. Rick" he replied, I only nodded in response then continued to help his injured son.

Hours passed but felt like minutes. I could feel the boy starting to slip away from this world. Maybe It'd be better, it's gone to complete hell anyways and I'd rather not see a kid die right before my own eyes even though it might happen right here, right now.
I exhaled deeply before stepping onto the porch. I sat in the rocking chair next to Maggie and admired the sunset. Two guys pulled up into the dirt road that was in front of our house, a Korean and a African American.

"So do we ring the bell, looks like people live here" The Korean dude asked the other. "We're past that kind of stuff" The other replied.

"You locked the gate when you drove in right?" Maggie asked questioningly.
"Uhm, hi. Yes, we closed it" the Korean replied before smiling back at her nervously. I giggled then walked up to them.
"What are your names?" I asked them.
"Glenn, and that's T-dog. He's hurt can you help him?"
"Was he bit or somethin?" Maggie questioned.
"Nah, I just cut myself up pretty bad" T-dog answered.
"Alright, lets stitch you up" I brought them inside and gestured T-dog towards a chair. Then, I cleaned his infected wound and stitched it up. He winced frequently which made me feel guilty and every time he winced I
replied with a quiet 'sorry'.

"There you go" I said and began to clean off the needle with alcohol swabs. He thanked me then left to go check on Carl.
"Elizabeth, we can't wait much longer. Are those men here yet?" My dad called out to me, I moved the curtain and it revealed the truck they had left in. Something looked wrong, Otis hadn't come into view; my heart suddenly sank and I began to tear up. I let the man in and he ran to Carl with the supplies.

"Otis?" Beth asked. Shane shook his head no in response.
"We can't let Patricia know yet. We need her help right now" Daddy stated then began working on the boy.

Once my dad was done working on the boy, his parents sat by him then fell asleep.
"We can't let these people get to comfortable here" Dad wiped his forehead with a cloth.
"At least let em stay long enough for their boy to heal, he can barely walk daddy!" I argued, slamming my hand onto the counter top. He nodded then sighed desperately before shoving the cloth into a hamper. I looked at Patricia through the hallway, only to see her breaking down in tears from the bad news.
"Lucas?" I called, wanting to spend sometime with my kid.
"Yeah mama!" He replied from outside. I opened the door only to see him bonding with Shane. He was teaching Lucas how to make a sharp object out of a chunk of wood. I squinted towards the man then picked up Lucas.
"Next time please ask before teaching my boy dangerous things" I declared politely.
"Come on, what if he gets surrounded by walkers."

"Just, not now. You can teach him when he's older" I muttered loud enough for him to hear me. He smirked and I smiled then walked away before he could see the blush that was creeping onto my olive skin. I could feel him watching my every move as I strolled away from him.

"Mama do you like him?" Lucas blurted loudly. I could hear a chuckle coming from the tent that Shane was in. I rolled my eyes then looked at Lucas, "I just met him Luke. He is pretty cute though."

"Could he be my new dad?" Lucas asked, a smirk plastered onto his face. I set him down onto the ground "Go finish making your shanks with him" I giggled and kissed his forehead then watched him skip back to Shane.

"Mom finally give in?" He ruffled Luke's hair.
"Yeah, she likes you a lot!"
I briskly made my way back into the house then closed the door before he could even make a move towards me.

"How's Carl doing?" I asked. I sat next to Rick and stared at Carl.
"I'm fine" he smiled. I returned the grin then got up to make him some food.
"Whatcha want for dinner bud?"
"Do you have peanut butter?"
"Plenty"
"Peanut butter sandwich please" he stared at his dad. I realized how similar the two looked then I walked into the kitchen and began to make him the sandwich he requested.

Moments later I walked out with it on a plate and handed it to him.

"Thank you" he said then took a bite into the sandwich. I nodded then made my out of the house to the chicken coop and grabbed two of them then made my way to a shed. I winced as I snapped each of their legs and set them into a basket. Quickly I trudged towards the barn and fed the walkers behind the doors then turned around, only to be met by Shane.