Life Isn't Fair

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It's childish I know, but I've lost everything and now my own family hates me. Family. The word franitcally tries to find a place in my brain but I push it out just like I pushed the gate open. "Skylar?" I turn around and find that the soft voice belonged to Glenn. I look down when I see Maggie with him too. "Where are you going?" He asks with a hint of sadness. "Away. Don't you have other things to worry about?" I look to the right of me and look down aggravatingly again. "I don't-" he begins to say, but I cut him off. "Stop. I don't need your pity." I turn around and walk away. "Why?" Glenn asks. "Because I don't have a real family. That's why I'm leaving. I don't fit in here." I say and continue my walk down the road without another word from Glenn or Maggie.

*A few weeks later*
"Come on." I say annoyed when my backpack gets caught on a piece of metal. I huff and yank it back with all my force that it does come off, but it knocks me on my butt. Hard. "Ugh. Really?" I stand back up and have to hold onto something, because my butt hurts a LOT. After a couple minutes I grab my backpack and machete and walk away from the gas station that I was caught at. All of a sudden, there is a toddler's scream, and I take off in that direction. When I get closer, I notice that the mother is getting bit on the shoulder and the toddler is up against a tree, crying and screaming. I run to the toddler first and make sure that he is okay, then rush to the mother to help her. I kill the walkers that are on her and the ones around. "T-thank you." She mutters when I kneel down next to her face. "It's okay...I can fix it." My voice gets shaky and I look back over at the young boy who still has tears streaming down his face. I slowly turn my head back to the mother with a terrified look on my face, and she lets out a shallow breath and whispers, "Take care of my baby boy, Dallas. Please." And she dies right in front of me. I stand up and grab a few flowers, and put them in her arms. I walk oevr to the toddler and I smile. "Hey. Hey. It's okay. I'm Skylar. Are you Dallas?" All he does in jump up and give me a big hug. "Mommy." He says and my heart shatters. It's too mean to say that I'm not to the little one, so I just reply with, "It's okay. Mommy's here. Let's go explore!" I pick him up and spin him around, earning a cute laugh from the little one. "Okay. Let's go see what we can find!" I say excitedly, but don't notice the walkers behind me. I carry him and he can see behind me, so he lets out a small cry and I spin on my heel so quickly, I almost fall. I grab my machete and set Dallas down on the ground next to me, and have difficulty killing the walkers. Next thing I know, there are guns going off and I have to duck and run over to Dallas to guard him with my body. After the shooting abruptly stops, I look up to see the people that I dearly missed. I pick up Dallas and place him on my hip, while looking at Glenn, Daryl, Michonne, and Rick. "What?" I ask and Michonne smiles beautifully at me while Daryl gives a small smirk and Glenn stares in awe at the baby. Rick is looking directly at me though, like I've just murdered his dog. "Where were you?! We were searching everywhere! After a while we thought that you died!" Rick tries to keep his cool, but I see that it's difficult. "We lost...Deanna, Jesse, Ron, Sam." As Rick lists the names, I become more curious. "H-how?" I ask. "Because a horde broke through the gates and took over the community, and we tried to cover ourselves and get away but it didn't work, and not they're deas and C-.................Carl has been shot." Michonne explains sadly. I look up with teary eyes and let a few of them slip down my cheeks. "I'm-I'm so sorry." I apologize and look down in shame. "It's okay; we get it. You needed time. But you can't just walk out and not tell anybody where you're going, because now everyone thinks you're dead and they all think that you've betrayed us when you didn't." Glenn says with soft eyes. "That was the point. To get away from something that wasn't real. It's an illusion." I sniffle. "We see that now." Rick says gruffly looking at his hands that he's nervously playing with. "It's okay." I bounce Dallas on my hip after he starts whimpering, and give him a kiss on the head. "He yours?" Daryl asks. "It's been a week. I haven't been knocked up and you haven't seen me pregnant. No he's not mine." I say angrily. "Watch your mouth." Daryl mumbles. "Or what?" I say. Daryl looks up quickly and goes to come over to me, but Glenn quickly stops him. "We already have Carl messed up, we don't need her to be either." Glenn calms him down and I nod at the korean. "His name is Dallas." I try to lighten the mood, and some of the smile some lf them don't. I smile at Michonne because she is staring at the baby in awe and so is Glenn, Daryl looks unamused, and Rick looks like he could shatter any second. "Fine. But on one condition. Don't treat Alexandria like a dream. It's not. Make people believe that they can do anything without the gates. Help people not to be scared. That's my only condition. Oh, and another thing, Make Daryl take showers. He smells so bad." I chuckle at the last part and soon I'm walking with them back to Alexandria with Dallas on my hip. When we arrive in front of the gates, I whisper to him, "Home sweet home. Home. Sweet. Home." I say and walk right into the gates.