When The World Ends

Needing A Tougher Stomach.

Daryl Steps in front of me but I move out from behind him.

"I can take care of myself!" I growl.

Rick gets back up and starts working on Hershel. Daryl nods to me and I go to Rick.

"He's bleeding out. We have to go back. Jade come around and put pressure on the knee. Push hard. Harder babe!" I look back to see five guys coming in the room now with us. I push harder on the stump focusing.

"You guy got any medical equipment back there?" Glenn asks walking through. But the big black guy stops him. I look at Rick worried.

"Where do you think you are going?"

I stand up and walk to the guy. I grab his arm, twist it behind his back and kick his knee down. "You are going to let us take whatever we need this place is ours now get it?"

"Who the hell are you people?" The blonde prisoner asks. "You guys don't look like a rescue team."

"If that's what you are waiting for don't!" Rick yells. A loud crash echoes from the kitchen signally the discovery of something. When Glenn comes back out I finally let go, my grip getting weaker because of the blood on my hands. I go back over and take my place away from Rick. Glenn runs over, one the count of three we lift him up and onto the metal food cart. Maggie and Glenn get on the sides and Rick is in the back. I get up on the cart and put my knee on either side of Hershel's, My back is facing towards Rick and my front towards the door.

"'T get the door!" We yell. He opens the against the prisoners wishes but quick and efficiently he kills the riot guard zombie.

"Daryl, Let's GO!" I yell. He grunts and pulls away, looking at me his eyes go wide at the position I'm in and the blood on me. They wheel us out and down the tombs. I swing all around which causes my hair to also. Multiple times I had to remove one of my hands and run them through my hair. I manage to keep hold of his wounds and put more of my body weight into it. We come to a stop and I look up seeing shadows follow us. We pick up the pace and are soon back in the cell block.

"Open the door it's Hershel! Carl!" The squeak on hinges brings up the feeling of hope in my stomach. Everyone's eyes go wide as they see the situation. I yell out for them to get everything they can. Carol and Beth look horrified at me and all I can picture is Rick hacking off his leg. I'm glad Beth wasn't there. Poor Maggie though, see had to see it all. I feel Rick grab my side getting my off Hershel as he explains what happened to him. Carol takes off my shirt and replaces it with a pillowcase.

"Maybe you cut it off in time." Lori says. They count down again and move him on to the bed, Carol takes over officially as Hershel has been teaching her medical stuff for Loris baby.

"We need bandages. More of them, Anything!" She commands. Carl runs out getting towels and Rick asks if he can be stabilized. Looking at everything it feels weird I walk out seeing enough. My steps echo as does the yelling from the room. My back hits the cold wall across from the doorway. I place my hands on my head and the warm sticky feeling makes take them off. I take in the scene with me. There's blood all over my pants and stomach. My hands are covered with it, caked underneath my fingernails.

"This is my fault." I mutter. I should have kept with the group, I shouldn't have ran ahead. I lay back on the concrete. The image of Hershel's leg getting cut off goes through my mind over and over again until I'm throwing up. Tiny hands pull my hair back. After I empty my stomach the hands leave for a few minutes and come back. I open my eyes to see Rick talking to Lori and T-dog putting food in our "storage" cell. I smile at the thought of actually food. Carl clouds my vision.

"Here's some water and a shirt of my dads. I-I looked in your room but you didn't have any clean ones. So I brought you one of mine that's big on me." He smiled, I laughed and sat up. Carl puts my arms through and hands me water. I sigh as the cool water hits my tongue. Carl helps me up and Rick asks me if I'm okay.