Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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"Dad?" The boy squeaked out before he fell to the floor.
No. No. Not Carl.
Ron had shot Carl right through eye and crimson blood was pouring down his face whilst Rick stared in shock at what just happened to his boy. His beloved baby boy.
Me and Michonne locked eyes on each other and we both nodded our head at what we needed to do.
Taking out my pistol did I aim at Ron whilst Michonne stabbed the trembling boy with machete staining it crimson.
Once he fell back into the walkers snarling for their next meal, I pulled the trigger so it pierced him right in between the eyes.
And with that we left him to be eaten.
Once Rick snapped out of his state of shock he scooped his little boy up in his arms and rushed him to Denise.
Me and Michonne cleared a path for Rick as we followed behind him and sprinted to the infirmary.
Once we were there Rick laid an unconscious Carl on a metal table whilst Denise tried her very best to safe his life. She felt under pressure to say the least, understandable.
We could only prey that he would live.
But that's not what Rick wanted to do.
He wanted to go on a killing rampage.
Sighing I took out my pistol and along with Spencer, Michonne, and Aaron, I followed.
Shooting down each walking corpse stumbling towards us did I finally run out of bullets.
Huffing in annoyance I took out my hunting knife and began to stab the walkers.
One Walker yanked me back by my hair which shocked me but I managed to grab its shoulders and lift it up over me and throw it to the ground.
With my knife I stabbed an upcoming Walker whilst I crushed the Walker on the floor with my combat boot.
Once most of the walkers were gone I regained my breath and made my way into the infirmary where Denise was treating Carl.
I preyed and preyed he would be okay.
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//Daryl's POV//
After having my fucking bike and crossbow stolen by Dwight and sherry I had managed to find Sasha and Abraham again.
