Life Isn't Fair

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My eyes open, and my heart sinks to my toes. I was just seeing what I wanted to see. I notice that the blood is still pouring out of my leg, and that I am still laying in the same spot in the room. Turns out, it was all fake. I wanted to see them save me, and that's what I got. Just like I saw my sister and Beth. My heart broke to say the least, I missed everyone. I was so dumb to go on this mission alone. But the ringing in my ears tells me otherwise. Get the Hell up, Skye. You'll be fine, just fight. I push my hands under me and try to lift myself with all of the might I have, but I fall. I look up, still not sure if I was ready to keep going, but the one burning thought in my mind told me I had to. Dallas needs me. I groan and shut my eyes tightly, tighten my jaw, and slowly pull myself up. It hurts like hell, but I manage. I have to learn to stay strong. I'm just heartbroken that my family saving me wasn't real. That nobody is actually coming for me. I stumble to the door of the bedroom, pull it open, and into the bathroom on the left where there should be some meds or something. I shut the bathroom door, just in case, lock it, and swing the cabinet open. I find aspirin, pain killers, antibiotics for infection, wraps, and hydrogen peroxide. I put my leg into the tub, open the peroxide, and pour it onto my leg quickly. I bite into my shirt, almost screaming because of the pain but I hold my voice back. I let it bubble up, and clean the blood off with a jug of water that I found under the sink as well. I run the anti-infection cream on the wound, look away because I started to feel dizzy, and grab the wraps. I do the best job that I can wrapping my leg, and I sit on the cover of the toilet. I let out a sigh of relief, and lean my head back. I snatch the bottle of painkillers from the counter and pop a few into my mouth. I chug water down to help with the process, and a minute later I start to feel better. I take an aspirin and drink the remaining of the water because I felt too dehydrated. "So. Much. Better." I actually smile a small smile, my eyes still shut. "I didn't die, I did it." I laugh out loud. It's not because it's funny, it's because I can't believe it. The biggest breath I've held in has been let out, and I stand up. I tried to get used to my leg, being this way, and I was surprised when I didn't feel anything. "Oh, those painkillers do the job." I sigh. I open the bathroom door once again and wonder my way into another bedroom which I presume is the dead guy's and his wife's. Hopefully the woman had good style. I think. I felt terrible for the people who used to live here, it was probably hard for them, getting used to this new world. But, obviously it didn't work out. I limp over to the dresser, and open it, hoping to find some decent clothes. I did, apparently she did have style. High-wasted jeans were now in my possession, a regular gray tank top was now in my hands as well as a long black hunters coat. I found my knee-high combat boots out in the living room, and a pair of fluffy socks. I go back up to the bathroom, making sure to wrap my leg in plastic on the way, just so no water got in it. I turn the faucet on, and water comes out in breaks, but it was good enough for me. I undress, get into the shower, and sigh as the water hits me. "Thank you, God." I smile. This might be my last ever shower, so I make it good. I wash my hair thoroughly, wash my body, shave with a new razor I found it the cabinet below the sink, and lastly I make sure to wash my face good. I just grabbed a towel from out of the bathroom closet, and wrapped myself in it. I lit candles, so I could see because it was getting dark out, and dried my self off. I dressed in the clothes I had brought with me which was just a pair of shorts and a big T-shirt, my other outfit was in the bedroom I was going to be sleeping in, and I slowly drag my sleepy body to the master bedroom where the big, comfy bed awaits me. Even though no one has been here a while, it still feels nice to sleep in a place like this. Get some good rest, shower nice even though that was probably the last of the water in the pumps, eat whatever goods I got from the shopping place, and heal. I shut the door behind me, lock it, and lay on the bed. I grab the candle, and go to blow it out, but I put it down to search the bedside table. I find a silver watch, a small one, small enough for my wrist, and a beautiful silver ring with a big diamond on the center. "Hm. Probably the wife's." I comment. I put it on my finger anyway, and it fits perfectly. I also throw on the watch, and look at the time. It's still working, and My face contorts into a smile. The time on the watch says 9:47 pm. It was pretty late. And if I wanted a good rest tonight I had to go to sleep, and now. So I laid my head on the soft pillow and blew out the candle, instantly knocking me out like a light. Next morning, around 8:26 am, I swing my legs off of the bed, one hurting more than the other. "Shit, I need the painkillers." I laugh. I grab one, pop it into my mouth, and wash it down with a Gatorade that was stored into my backpack. I also eat a whole turkey sandwich and a half, by myself, and soon I feel full. I get dressed in my clothes, my boots being a bit difficult because of my calf, but I slide them on and throw my coat on last. I looked in the mirror and loved the style of what I was wearing, it screamed edgy and survivalist. Even now I'm a fashion girl. "Time to save my son." I say aloud, feeling pride. I think about it for a moment, and I wonder why I had that vision of Rick saving me. Maybe they are on my trail, which means I have to get moving and fast. I don't want them to get here and tell me I can't do this, and most importantly hold me from getting my son back. If anyone shows up with me they'll kill Dallas, and I'm planning on it to go a completely other way. I'm going to play nice, for now. I load up all of the stuff I find in the house, throw it into the back of my car, and climb in. I put it in reverse, back up, and drive down the road to continue my journey.
*Rick's POV*
I sat in the office chair, looking down at my brown coat, admiring everything I've been through with it. And this'll be just another one. More people to kill for my favorite person on this planet. My right hand Woman. My best friend. We had to get her back. My mind was cleared when I heard a grunt and a low mumble about a girl and some family by the gates, and I knew it was Daryl. "Hey. What's going on?" I ask with a certain kind of calmness that surprises me. "Some chick and her family just showed up talkin' bout Seeing Skylar. She must've sent em' here. So we've got a lead now." Daryl concludes. "Let me talk to them. See what I can find out." I grabbed the coat that was on my desk, wrapped it around myself and put it on, and felt the power that came with it. My feet carried me and stopped at the front door, and looked behind me at Daryl who was slowly approaching. "Y'know, I miss er' too. I hope she's fine'." Daryl comments. I nod, and open the door, keeping it open so Daryl can leave too. I watch as he walks over to his motorcycle and starts it up. "You take care of em'. I'll go track er' down." He rides away towards the gates, where the people are patiently waiting. The gates are pulled open, and he disappears out of the Alexandria community. I begin to stalk towards the gates, each pair of eyes on me. "Hi! Do you know Skylar?" The girl jumps in front of her mom, excitedly, showing that she was happy to be here. "Yes. She's co-leader. Do you know where she is?" My hand was resting on my gun, the man's eyes flickering from my hand to my eyes. I gave him a side glance, as he was doing the same, for caution reasons. "Yeah, we'll show you guys where we saw her last, and you could go from there." The woman comments. "Thank you." I nod my head in her direction. "No problem. Now, what do we do to get in this place?" The woman asks. "Just, for now, hand over your weapons, everything, and we'll direct you to a home. Carol comes down with a tray, and they put guns, knives, rifles, all of that on the tray. "Bring it to the armory." I instruct Carol. She nods, and walks away with the heavy weapons. I look back at the group, and smile. "Welcome to Alexandria."