Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Twenty Six| Everyone Is Dead!

🕉️Kara🕉️

I gaze around and scan the undergrowth for walkers. I can hear Mica crying. "Don't cry," Lizzie says going over to her as Mica rubs her eyes. "I want Carol."

"Well she's not here. Now put this in your belt." Lizzie hands Mica a knife and she does as she's told. "Where are we going?" Mica asks Tyreese who looks back at her. "Farther. Come on."

"Is everybody dead?" Tyreese seems to freeze before continuing. We've been walking for a while and the sun has already set, but then Judith starts to cry so we crouch down. "They're gonna hear her!" Tyreese cradles Judith and makes soothing noises to which she eventually stops fussing.

A rustling comes from the brush and Mica gets a frightened look. "Walkers!"

"Let's go," Tyreese says and heads off with us following. Eventually in the morning we find food in the shape of grapes. "Here, Kara." I look at Mica's outstretched hand before holding my palm out. The young blonde drops the fruit into my hand.

"Thank you," I tell her and begin popping them into my mouth. "Shh, baby girl." Judith had started crying again. "Lizzie, hand me a diaper." She opens the bag and pulls one out, giving it to Tyreese. He begins to change her diaper.

"Bear with me, Judith. There." Fresh diaper and still continues to cry. "Okay." Mica begins looking around fearfully. "They're gonna hear her!" Enough, Mica, we know! I say to myself wishing she'd stop panicking, it'll get her killed.

"Shh, it's okay," he says trying to stop her cries. There's rustling and Mica completely freaks. "They're coming!" She shouts grabbing onto his arm which makes him groan in pain.

"Ah! Mica, I heard it!" He shouts and Lizzie jumps to her sister's defense. "Don't yell at her! She doesn't understand walkers."

"You're the one who doesn't understand them," Mica counters, and I roll my eyes. "Come on. Watch the baby." I accept Judith's weight when he hands her to me. Tyreese goes over to where the noise was coming from, bringing out his hammer.

As he reaches it a flight of birds comes rushing out of the undergrowth. Tyreese sighs in relief. He turns back to us only to get a concerned look. "Mica!"

Lizzie looks and realizes her sister is no longer beside her. "Mica! Mica! Mica."

"She's gone," I say looking around. "You yelled at her and now she's gone!" Tyreese looks at her before taking the baby from me and we go search for Mica. "Mica!" I call along with them, hopping over logs.

I sigh when I see her. "Mica! You okay?" I ask stopping in front of her along with Tyreese and Lizzie. "I got scared."

"That's okay. You did the right thing." Lizzie gives him a look and I give one right back. "What?"

"She did. You see or hear a walker you run. But when you're in a group, you got to try to stay close to them, okay?" Mica nods looking down and seeing Tyreese's arm. "You're bleeding. Did I hurt your arm bad?"

"It was a lot worse at the prison. No big."

"I'm sorry. I know I'm not like Lizzie." She looks sad and I put my hand on her shoulder, trying to smile. "Don't be sorry."

"Kara's right, don't apologize. You each do things your own way. But you get it done."

"Like you and Sasha?" She asks with a smile and I could see the sadness in Tyreese's eyes. "You're not like, Sasha," Lizzie says adjusting the strap of her bag. "Why?"

"Because you're still here. She isn't." My anger and lack of patience made me step forward and shove Lizzie a few steps. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't you have any empathy?"