A Fate Worse Than Death || TWD

Days Gone Bye Part 2

Becca's POV

I had had surgery on my knee done two weeks back and now I had a horrible limp. Rick fell into a coma after his own surgery and they weren't sure if he'd ever wake up. Just thinking about that made my chest hurt, and I couldn't imagine how Lori and Carl must be feeling.

I glanced at my side table and stared at my uniform. Will had folded it nice and neat, something he wouldn't typically do. A slight smile danced on my lips as I reached forward and twiddled with the nametag that read Kade.

Will had gotten me new pants, considering my old ones are covered in blood and had a hole in them.

Will walked into my stuffy hospital room, putting a smile on my face immediately.

"Hey Lacefield, what brings you 'round these parts?" I pushed myself into a sitting position as Will sat in the chair by my bed.

I eyed the bag in his hands curiously.

"Well, I thought, since your uniform pants are a little, y'know, covered in gunpowder and blood, that I'd get you new ones."

I smiled at him as he took the new pants out of the bag.

"For when you come back after surgery." He said, putting emphasis on 'when.'

I gave him a sad smile. "Thanks Will."

That was almost three weeks ago.

I jumped as I heard gunshots ricocheting in the hallways.

I winced as I frantically pulled the IV out of my arm and took off the finger scanner. I grabbed my gun out from under my uniform and struggled to my feet. I gasped in pain and quickly grabbed one of my crutches to help me stand. I hobbled my way over to the door and rested my hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath before flinging the door open to be met with a familiar face.

"Shane!" I sighed in relief, but he didn't seem too relieved himself. He pushed past me into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Shane, what's going on?" He didn't turn to look at me as he quickly spoke. "They're shooting everyone. Patients, nurses, doctors. Everyone." My mouth fell open in shock. "Who? Who's shooting the place up?"

"The army." He hissed at me, gathering my uniform and shoving it into my hands. "I gotta get you outta here. C'mon."

He moved to pick me up bridal style but I stepped back. "What about Rick?" I could hear the pulsing in my ears and I wondered if Shane could hear it too. All he did was stare at me for a second, the tears building in his eyes before he shook his head.

My hand flew to my mouth and a whimper fell from it. "C'mon Rookie, let's get you out of here." He muttered before picking me up. I kept my gun out in front of me as Shane ran through the hospital halls.

He kicked open the front doors and rushed me to my squad car that was sitting out front, Will, Tommy and Oly inside.

Olys head perked up as he saw me and he began to bark from the backseat.

"Mom!" Tommy cried out in relief and jumped out of the car to hug me. Shane placed me on the ground, before wandering towards his own car, Lori in the passenger seat, and I'm guessing Carl in the back.

As Tommy pulled back from the hug, Will stuck his head out the door and ushered us into the car. I used my crutch to help me get to the car before seating myself into the passenger seat.

***

We were stopped in a line up of cars that looked as if it went on forever, leading into Atlanta. Will and Shane seemed to have already discussed what the plan was, considering they'd only exchanged a few words before we drove off from the hospital.