Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

Days Gone By

It's been a while since I moved in with Morgan and Duane. A lot of days since I left that hospital for the last time. Almost 60 days since Rick's been shot. I tried to convince Morgan to let me see him, to go to the hospital, but Morgan wouldn't let me. I almost convinced him to at least let me see the hospital but we couldn't risk it. Not with the state of the world right now, the amount we didn't know.

I walked down the block and swung at another walker. It's been quiet recently. It only gets really busy with walkers during the night. I feel worse at night knowing that Morgan's wife and Duane's mom comes here, to this road. It's almost like she's taunting them. I understand Morgan not wanting to do it, to pull the trigger, I don't think I could either. 

Morgan was letting me stay busy though by clearing one house a day. It took three weeks for me to convince him, even though he's still suspicious. I've been able to find a lot in the houses. Food, clothes, resources, toiletries. Some people left with a lot and some people left with nothing. I think some people didn't get to come home at all. 

I looked behind me to see Morgan watching me. I pointed to the house ahead and he nodded his head. His face told me everything. He didn't like it, but he could live with it. Besides he should probably pay more attention to Duane anyway, he needs it more than I do.

The door was unlocked so I opened it. This was a house that had been lightly ransacked. It amazed me that people didn't take everything with them. Only some of it.

A gunshot.

It wasn't close.

But it wasn't far.

The cans dropped from my hands and I went sprinting from the house. As I ran down the street I pulled my sword from my pocket. I didn't call out for Morgan or Duane because that could make this worse.

I rounded the corner and finally saw them. There was one walker laying in the road but it was the other situation that bothered me. Morgan and Duane were standing above something, most likely a person. But this person was in front of the Grime's house.

"Morgan!" I called out seeing that it was safe. But he didn't turn towards me, only Duane did.

I faintly caught the glimpse of a hospital gown and I somehow ran faster, knowing that it might be Rick.

"Morgan!" I called out again, knowing that Morgan would only hold something alive at gunpoint for so long.

"Put it down!" I screamed when I finally saw the face. Rick. Rick Grimes.

"Put it down." I told Morgan when I stopped next to him. Rick was unconscious but it looked like he hadn't been bit. His hospital gown was unbuttoned and the bandage wrap was on full display. That's probably what was pissing Morgan off the most.

"Enough." I finally whispered and knelt down.

I'd been banished to the kitchen table. Morgan and Duane had carried Rick home and brought him to the empty upstairs bedroom. I tried to force myself into the room but Morgan locked me out. I get that he was trying to protect me but I didn't appreciate it. Even if Rick was bit I should be in there. There's no reason that the one person Rick knows here should be locked out. 

"He's awake." I finally heard from behind me and turned around. Morgan was looking at me and I stood up.

"No swords on the table." Morgan warned while pointing behind me. With a huff I grabbed my katana and started to walk towards the stairs.

"He's out of it, maybe don't walk into his room with a sword, he's not exactly aware of what's going on." Morgan suggested and it made sense. I nodded my head in understanding and started to walk up the stairs.