Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

Welcome To The Tombs

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I nearly pulled away. 

"Hey, it's just me." Glenn told me and I moved back.

"Sorry." I told him.

"No need to apologize." Glenn told me and I looked up at him giving me a small smile.

"I told him. I told Rick it wasn't a good idea--" I started my sentence and Glenn made me face him so he could wrap his arms around me.

"Hey, what happened, that was not your fault." Glenn told me and I had thoughts of otherwise. I thought I fought hard enough but as I looked at it I knew that there was more I could have done.

"Sure feels like it. I didn't even cry, Glenn. I just collapsed and watched Daryl cry." I told him and thought of the moment I hit the ground.

"That doesn't make you a monster--"

"That makes Merle the monster. He is-was so stupid. I don't know why he doe--why he did things." I told Glenn.

"None of us knew--Hey, we can talk more about this when this is over. Are you packed?" He asked me and I shook  my head. Glenn started to walk away when I remembered what we had talked about before.

"Glenn!" He turned back towards me and I smiled at him.

"What did she say?" I asked and he smiled back towards the prison.

"She said yes!" Glenn told me and I threw a fist towards the air. Glenn laughed and then walked back into the prison.

I walked into my cell and saw my bag laying on the bed. I had to pack it all up and I wasn't sure if I got all of it. The pain in my ribs started and it felt like--I couldn't even describe it anymore.

I got down on the ground and swept my hand on the ground to make sure that I didn't forget anything. The hard part was having to look at everything while putting it away. There was nothing on the ground.

The pain started to stab everywhere when I tried to sit up. I got up into a sitting position and curled into a little ball.

"Jess?" I looked up at the door and groaned at the sudden motion. The person walked into the room and sat down next to me.

"Jess, come on. I need you to say something." I looked to my side and saw Maggie with her hands on my back and knee.

"Daryl, she's fine. I just don't know what to do." Maggie was putting a hand up towards the door and Daryl was fighting his way through.

"Jess, can you move. Maggie, do you know where she's stationed?" Daryl asked and he kept trying to get my attention.

Nothing came out of my mouth and there voices sounded all weird. My vision kept going from good to bad.

"I'm gonna go get my dad." Maggie said and then ran out of the room. She ran out and I fell over onto the floor. I sat there gasping for every breath and Daryl was still trying to shake me.

Daryl pulled me back to the sitting position and I sat there gasping. I saw Maggie helping Hershel up the stairs.

"Get her on the bed!"Hershel demanded and Daryl picked me up off the ground onto the bed.

Hershel sat down on the bed and looked at my ribs. It got the gasp from anybody in the room. Hershel started to press down on my ribs and it felt like they were coming down on my organs it made breathing harder.

"Does anybody have a needle?" Hershel asked and I know that I do but I couldn't say that. Nobody answered Hershel and he shook his head.

"Then I can only do one thing." Hershel said and picked his hands off my ribs. None of us knew what he was doing. Hershel picked up his hand and punched me right in the rib.