the walking dead- apocalyptic love

16- Memorial

Chapter 16-----Memorial

LIBBY'S POV

Today's the day, the day to bury her, I still couldn't believe she was dead, I thought she'd survive, we'd have a perfect family and she would grow old, sometimes care of Mason And we'd have birthdays and picnics! That's how unbelievably. stupid I am! Nothing ever works out right anymore, I've learnt that now, but mother once told me, "if you can't have hope, then what's the point of livin?" But that was before the dead started roaming around. We had just moved house and I didn't trust the area or the house but she convinced me to un pack my bag!

I walked outside to see Daryl digging, I looked at him and frowned in anger, "what the hell are you doing?" I said quite calmly but he just kept digging "we need a grave don't we!" All I did was pout and look at him "didn't I tell you that I wanted to do it" I yelled but I felt tears forming in my eyes "she's my mother so I have to do it!" I whispered as Daryl got up and walked away throwing the shovel by me. I sighed and grabbed it as I started to dig a deeper hole in the ground. After a couple of hours I'd dug it quite deep and I was inside it, I sat down and pulled my knees up to my face as I begun to cry again, I couldn't stop thinking of the memories with her, bad and good! I held my knees close to my chest as I slowly began to stand up and place her heavy body in the grave. once she was in I covered her in the dirt. All the anger rushed through me as I clutched onto my gun, I needed to get this anger out somehow, but how?