┏━━━━━━ Kayla's Pov ━━━━━━┓
One Week since the Prison....
I walked down the stairs feeling exhausted despite getting hours of sleep. For one, the whole night, I kept waking up to use the bathroom. It was what I deserved after drinking endless bottles of water after Michonne retrieved some. The second part came from another round of sickness that had me at the toilet for a least five minutes. I've been sick. Not sick as the one from the prison, but enough to not be able to hold things down.
I turned to the dining room, seeing Michonne and Carl eating breakfast and talking. It reminded me of Lori and the burnt pancakes every Sunday, but it was cereal rather than the pancakes. I have gotten better a bit since the prison considering it was a week ago. When I mean okay, I'm only talking about physical. Mentally I'm broken piece by piece. I lost half of my family a week ago. Every single person that impacted my life was gone.
" Good morning," I announced.
" Morning Kayla." Carl laughed while Michonne buttoned the rest of her shirt and reached for the cereal.
" Wish we had some soy milk."
" Seriously ?" Carl questioned, seeing she nodded with a wide smile.
" Yes, seriously. Have you ever tried it? "
" My best friend in third grade, he was allergic to dairy, and every day he would bring this soy stuff to lunch. I tried it ." Carl said, and I laughed at the memory of the story.
" And ?" Michonne furthered questioned.
" I threw up." He answered, and I laughed, remembering Carl telling this story to Lori while eating dinner.
" Oh, yeah, right."
" All right, all right. I almost threw up, but I was like, ugh." He explained, making a throw-up face." It was so gross. I mean, literally, I would rather have powdered milk than to have to drink that stuff again. I would rather have Judith's Formula-" He said, and My smile dropped at the name.
I slowly turned to face him, seeing his reaction was the same as mine. Hurt. Guilt. We all had it when it came to Judith. He then got up quickly and to his room, muttering under his breath, but I could barely make the words. I stared down to the untouched cereal before towards Michonne, nodding my head. It had to be me. I got out of my chair before walking towards the boy's room, knocking on the door.
" Carl...It's me." I said and walked in to see him crying. He looked up to me, big puffy red eyes, barely able to speak his words.
" I should have gotten her when things went bad."
" Shhh." I comforted sitting on the ledge next to him and holding him to my chest." She's with Lori now. We protected her the best we could."
" It's my fault." He whimpered, clinging to my shirt.
I felt my own tears form at the pain. I watched Lori die for Judith to live, and now she was ripped away from us like this world always did. Sophia, Dale, T-dog, Lori, Hershel, Mom. They deserve to be alive right now, but this world was selfish.
" It wasn't your fault. We didn't know what was gonna happen." I said, looking into his blue eyes.
" Kayla, Jennifer was like a mother to me after Lori. I miss her so much." He cried, and I nod, wiping his tears away, thinking about my mother.
" I miss her too," I said and kissed his forehead.
" I bet Shane, Lori, Jennifer, and Judith are in heaven happy as ever. Catching up on the years. My Mom would be so happy to see Judith and Shane will be sane to see Judith." He said, and I smiled at the idea even if a part of me did not believe it.
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