My civilisation (D.D)

Ninety one: Gone blondie gone.

A loud gasp escaped my lips as I watched Avery tumble over towards me despite Jesus's protests.

She was clutching onto her stomach as she stumbled over towards me, her hands covered in blood and her hair knotted and tangled. She could barely walk but was trying to reach me so naturally I ran towards her and caught her before she could face plant the floor.

I caught her in my arms as she fell so that I was forced onto my knees as I hit the ground wich felt dry and hard, a thump could be heard for miles as I did fall.

I didn't know what had happened, but now wasn't exactly the time to ask, I had to help her first.

She laid her head on my legs as I tried to stop the bleeding coming from her stomach. The thick substance just kept pouring and pouring out of the woman and my hands were eventually covered in red gloves from the blood.

I could see Avery was trying to speak through the pain and the blood but I was just trying to focus on stopping her dying. The wounds were deep, she still had the bullets in them and she was losing to much blood. Far too much and I didn't know what to do. All I knew was I couldn't lose her too.

"Someone give me a cloth!" I screamed. "She's losing to much blood I need to bind the wound!"

When one handed me a cloth did I finally look up, frustrated that no one was helping did I see Jesus standing opposite me with a sad look on his face and a few hilltop civilians. It wouldn't be long before more were here.

"Ophelia...I-I think-"

I cut of Jesus by waving my hand up in the air, I knew what he was going to say, deep down I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept that I might lose Avery.

"It's gonna be okay blondie." I whispered, trying to force a smile as I moved a strand of her blonde locks behind her ear.

Hearing a series of footsteps did I look up to see Doctor Carson had finally arrived...except he had no equipment, no tweezers, no bandages, no medical gloves. Well shit.

That didn't stop me trying to get him to help though.

"Oh thank god you're here. We need to bind her wound before she passes out from
Blood loss. Come on."

My breathing deepened as he made no effort to move, no one was helping, and I felt utterly helpless as I looked into blondies watery eyes.

"It's alright." She swallowed.

"No. It's not."

"Ophelia-"

"Why is no one helping?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "What's wrong with all of you?"

I flinched the moment I felt a hand on my shoulder, I didn't want to be comforted, I wanted Avery to live, I wanted the life guard I had become fond of to live.

I looked up through my blue orbs to see Daryl was looking down on me with a sympathetic look. Sympathy. Something I despised. But I knew he meant well.

"Help me." I shouted. "Help me bind her wounds...please Daryl."

"I-I'm sorry baby." He swallowed. "She's losin' to much blood."

"No." I shook my head. "No. No. She's not dying!"

My eyes began to water as I frantically shook my head and looked around for any sort of help but everyone was just standing there like scarecrows. I didn't know what to do as I felt my voice go hoarse, on the verge of breaking as I screamed with all my strength.

"Cowards! You useless pieces of shit!"

I didn't mean it, but in that moment I felt absolutely helpless and heart broken.

I would have screamed more insults but Avery timidly griped my crimson hand as she tried to choke out a few words.

"It's too late." She whispered. "I'm going to die."

"No. No you're not blondie."

"Ophelia."

"Come on you've got this! Fight!"

I tried to stop any tears falling as I watched the life slowly leave her with each heavy breath she took. I was losing yet another person and I didn't want to believe it.

I watched as she reached into her pocket, and I furrowed my brows as she pulled out a small object that I had never seen before.

I looked at the object with a confused expression as she held it up, she looked at it with a small smile on her face and it obviously meant something to her as she held it close to her heart.

The object was a toy solider. The paint had faded slightly and the wood was slightly cracked, but it sort of looked like a nut cracker which I liked.

"My-my father gave it to me when I was a c-child." She sighed, still finding it hard to talk. "As a symbol to keep f-fighting. No m-matter what life t-throws at you."

She took one more harsh swallow before she placed the small toy into my hand that was now bloody and sweaty.

"I-I want you to have it. G-give it to your child. A-s a gift from m-me."

And that's when the tears I had been holding back began to fall, she wouldn't be here to meet my baby, and it just hit me that the woman who had helped me get into terminus was about to be gone.

I hesitantly took the solider and curled my fingers around it as I tried to control my breathing. I swear to god I would find out who did this and I would kill them.

"Did the saviours do this?" I asked.

"I-I tried to-"

She began to cough, blood coming out of her mouth in the process, the poor girl didn't have long left and I felt utterly lost. This must have been what my brother meant about finding out something bad.

"It's okay. It's okay. Don't talk if it hurts. I'll find who did this to you. I promise."

She have my hand a squeeze as she tried to softly smile, this was the last time I would see her smile and that in itself formed a lump in my throat.

"I know you will." She sighed. "But d-don't let my death cloud your judgment."

"I'll try not to."

Although I knew it would.

She averted her gaze to my baby bump, it was small but it was there and anyone with two eyes could see it, either I was having a big baby or I was carrying a lot of water weight.

"You're gonna be a great mom. I'm s-sorry I won't be here to see your b-baby grow."

"It's a boy." I smiled.

"He's lucky to have you as a mom."

And then she closed her eyes for the last time, the smile on her lips fading as the pulse I felt in her neck disappeared. The blondie was gone. I'd lost another person I loved.

And I couldn't stop the tears falling no matter how hard I tried.