The Walking Dead Season 1

Chapter 18

Isabelle above.

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Isabelle

I sat in the shade of a tree. Andrea was cleaning off. I stared off at where Amy's body laid, wrapped up, waiting to be buried. Lori walked over in seemingly slow-motion. She stopped, and said something. It sounded like, "Sar poo otay?" I stared up at her. She frowned, and sighed. She began to walk away. My sight was beginning to have black around it. Then I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a tent, on a cot. I sat up. Lori was in a corner, washing her hands. "What happened?" I asked, feeling like my mouth was filled with cotton balls and sandpaper.

Lori jumped, then turned. "Oh, good, you're awake! Jim got bit, he's being watched as we decide what to do. You passed out from dehydration. You kept muttering, 'Amy, I'm sorry.' in your sleep. I don't know why." She said. She handed me a cup of water, and I drank a sip before handing it back to her. She took it and frowned. "You're dehydrated. You need to drink water." She said. "Amy would want you to stay healthy." That was the wrong thing to say.

I started crying. The shock of Amy dying and turning and being dehydrated and living in the apocalypse with no living family and having my best friend give up his life for me finally took its toll. It all caught up with me. I was just eleven. I shouldn't have to live like this. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wiped my face as tears ran down it. Lori squeezed my arm gently. "Hey, I'm sorry." She said softly. I just nodded, still crying.

She went out, and Carl and Sophia came in. "Hey," Sophia said when she saw me crying. "It's ok." she crawled over and hugged me. Carl came over and awkwardly hugged me, too.