Living with the Dead.(twd)

Us. (168)

MADISONS POV.
"Dad?"

Carl falls to the ground and I'm locked in place. I know this isn't real. It can't be. It's just a messed up dream. I just have to wait to wake up. But all the while as Rick bends down to scoop him up off the ground, Michonne and Jenna fight off walkers that surround us. We're trapped with no way out. But that's not what concerns me.

Why aren't I waking up !!

I don't know how long I stand there watching blood pool from Carl's face.
His hat falls to the ground and I stare at it instead.

What's happening ?

Suddenly, something grabs me and briefly snaps me out of shock.
I struggle with the walker, trying to keep it off me, but my full attention isn't focused on saving myself, it's whether or not this is even real or if Carl is even alive. Then without warning, Michonne's katana goes through its head, splattering my face with blood as the body

I closed my eyes as a reaction to the blood splattering in my face, so I take a deep breath and tell myself that when I open my eyes I will be in my room. I'll wake up and Rick and Michonne will have gone to do their usual job, Carl will be fine, he'll be downstairs feeding Judith and Jenna will still be hiding out in our attic. I smile at the picture and open my eyes only to see another walker soon taken out by Jenna.
She shakes my shoulders roughly and screams "COME ON WE GOTTA GO! MOVE!"

"Oh my god..... OH MY GOD THIS IS REAL!" I scream.

No. No. No. No. No.

Jenna tugs at my jumper trying to make me follow but I'm in the middle of processing some crazy shit.
Then Michonne shoves me in the back, getting me to finally move.
"Get your shit into action Mads!" She yells.
One of the many reasons I love Michonne is her brutal honesty.

I search the ground for my bow and quickly find it lying on the grass beside Ron's mangled body. I make my way over and quickly snatch it without disturbing the feeding walkers.

Then, as the others begin to run through the gap they made through the group of walkers I start to run, picking up Carl's hat on the way and placing it on my head. I use the sharp sides of my bow to put down the walkers too close to me. I catch up with the others. As Rick runs with Carl in his arms, Michonne, Jenna and I work together to put down the walkers coming to close to Rick or ourselves.
"We're moving to the infirmary." Jenna informs me.

I constantly look at Carl, waiting for him to wake up....but he doesn't.
We find ourselves getting closer and closer to the infirmary but I concentrate on keeping the walkers away.

I stab the walkers that are in our way but another one always replaces it. There's never a moment where I get to choose which walker would be better to kill first. Any walker that is in eyesight is demolished by our weapons.
Then we make it to the porch of the infirmary. The last time I was here, was when I shot Ron and then stitched him up again.

Michonne flings the door open and we all run inside. Denise is already ready for us. She has a gurney ready for Carl and Rick places him down on it. I notice Aaron and Erick are here too along with a man with dark skin and glasses. I think his name is Heath. I recognize him from when Glenn would go on runs. He always went with him.

Glenn, where's Glenn? Where's Maggie? Is she still up on the stand? Is she safe?

Why are there so many questions with no answers. It frustrating.
Denise grabs our attention effortlessly
"Okay. Heath, I need bandages, top shelf, next to the sink. Aaron, two IV's from the fridge and everyone else all the clean towels you can find. Madison grab me my medical kit, it's on the counter."