The next morning, I go to the room outside of C, and I hear coughing. Sasha comes out of the block.
"Sasha..." I say, worried.
"I'm going to A. Don't worry. I'll be fine," she says weakly.
I watch her leave, heading to the council meeting room. Everyone gathers quickly, and Hershel starts the meeting.
"It's spread," he starts. "Everyone who survived the attack in Cell Block D, Sasha, Caleb, and now others."
"Oh, Jesus," Daryl mumbles.
"So what do we do?" I ask.
"First things first. Cell Block A is isolation. We put the sick people in quarantine like we tried with Karen and David," Hershel says.
"What the hell are we gonna do about that?" Daryl asks.
"We ask Rick to look into it?" I suggest. "Try to make a timeline of who's where when? But, what are we gonna do to stop this?"
"There is no stopping it. You get it, you have to go through it," Hershel says.
"But it just kills you?" Michonne asks from the doorway.
"The illness doesn't. The symptoms do. We need antibiotics."
"We've been through every pharmacy in the area," Daryl says. "And then some."
"The veterinary college at West Peachtree Tech, that's one place people may not have thought to raid for medication. The drugs for animals there are the same we need," Hershel continues.
"That's 50 miles. Too big a risk before. Ain't now. I'm gonna take a group out." Daryl pats the table with both hands before standing up. "Best not waste anymore time."
"I'm going with you," I say.
"No. We need anyone with medical knowledge available here," Hershel says, stopping me.
"Hersh, I need to pull my weight with these things," I insist.
"Now that Caleb is sick, we need you more than ever. You'll be pulling your weight by helping with the sick," he mentions.
"I'm in," Michonne says.
"You haven't been exposed. Daryl has. You get in a car with him-" Hershel starts.
"He's already given me fleas." She smirks, and I chuckle.
"I told you to wash your hair more often," I joke, and he rolls his eyes, a small smile on his face.
"I can lead the way," Hershel says, standing up with the rest of us. "I know where everything's kept."
"When we're out there, it's always the same," Daryl says softly. "Sooner or later we run."
"I can draw you a map," Hershel suggests, changing his plan. "There are other precautions I feel we should take."
"Like what?" I ask.
"There's no telling how long it'll be before Daryl and his group return. Wouldn't it make sense for us to separate the most vulnerable? We can use the administration building; separate offices, separate rooms."
"And who is the most vulnerable?" Glenn asks.
"The very young."
"And what about the old?"
We all pause, and I place a hand on my forehead as I think.
"It'll be best to quarantine them too," I say. "Let's get moving."
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Daryl's Angel (Book One in the Apocalypse Angel Trilogy)
Fanfiction"Why're you bein' so nice to me?" "I would want the same if I were you." Hope Starling was alone when the dead started rising. She had always been alone, with parents that had disowned her and no friends to help her. Inside the department store in...
