MEADOW FLETCHER'S POV
July 2, 2017
2:29 AM
MY heart shriveled, "C-Carl." I whispered, watching him fall. Rick scooped Carl up in his arms. I grabbed his hat, I began shooting at everything that came into our path, Michonne hyperventilating, she kept on fighting. Tears falling out of my eyes as I continued killing the walkers. I felt it, I felt my heart breaking. The more it sunk it the worse it got. The more I killed, the more I shut down.
Rick ran to the infirmary, I followed. Once the door shut, the tears got worse, "Help him. Save him."
I watched them work on him, my nose twitching, the tears getting worse, I looked at Rick, gripping the machete, he had an axe. I walked out the door, slicing. My heart ache worsened. The thought of losing the best thing that had ever happened to me, terrified the hell out of me.
Over time more and more Alexandrians joined Rick, Michonne and I, we stood in a circle. Killing the walkers that invaded our home. I yelled, kicking a walker back, slashing it in the head.
Everyone slashed, everyone fought. Everyone made a stand. We were pushed against a wall, still fighting. Blood splattered all over my face.
In the distance a huge fire bursted in the air. The walkers moved towards it. I still killed the walkers, this went on for hours and hours until I knew all of them were dead. I think this was because I was too scared to go back to the infirmary, I was too scared to know what happened.
I walked to the front porch of the infirmary, everyone looked at me, watching me open the door. Ryan sat in a chair, cleaning up Daryl's cut. They stared at me. Glenn and Maggie stared at me. Everyone in that room stared at me.
Michonne was holding Judith, talking to Rick outside of a room, they both stared at me. I swallowed, keeping that lump down my throat. Rick nodded his head at me, moving out of the way for me. I walked in the room, my lip quivered, his eye was covered in a cloth. I felt my knees getting weak, I walked over to the side of his bed, pulling up a chair. Tears fell out of my eyes, I looked at his hand, holding it, "Don't die on me now, Grimes." My voice was hoarse, a sob fell out of my mouth, "You can't die on me now." I whispered.
"The New World is gonna need a Carl Grimes."
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