I'm a Survivor: A Carol Peleteir Story

Chapter 8

I clenched on Sophia as Andrea held Amy's lifeless body in her arms. I closed my eyes, and turned away. I could bare to see it.

"Honey," I covered my daughter's face. "Don't look." I sobbed as she buried her face in my chest. "Don't look."

Lori hugged Rick, him barley standing. "I'm glad you're back." Lori exclaimed.

I looked around the survivors. "Ed?" I called out. "Where's Ed?"

"Carol--" Lori said. "I don't think he--"

"What?" I snapped. "You don't think he made it?!" I took off to my tent. "He's my husband. I need to find him."

I ran to my tent, to see a woman walker, gnawing on my husband's insides. She looked up at me, stood up and growled, dripping my husbands blood down her face. I fell back and wailed.

A arrow went through the things face, and it's head threw back as and fell back on my dead husband. Lori, Rick and Sophia came running after my screams. "Carol?!"

"I'm getting tired of saving your sorry ass." Daryl growled and walked off, cursing under his breath.

I crawled into the tent, and held onto what used to be my husband, sobbing into his wounds. I beat the ground with my fists, hating myself for wishing this on him.

Lori dragged me out of the tent. "You alright Carol?" I pushed her off of me.

"I'm fine." I stormed away, with Sophia. "You alright honey?"

"Is..dad..dead..?" She murmured and laid her head on my shoulder.

"Yeah.." I scanned around the place, dead walkers and our people filling the ground. Jim walked around, finishing off the live walkers.

"I know now, why I dug these holes.."

I closed my eyes and kissed Sophia's forehead. She was alive. She was safe. That's all that mattered.
********

The men of the group- T-Dog, Glenn, Rick and Daryl started putting knives through our attacked camp members' heads.

I sat beside Dale.

"You alright?" He asked, looking at Andrea, holding on to her dead body.

"I...yeah. I'm alright. Thank you." I took a heavy breath, and kept my eyes on Sophia. "I think in my mind," I started to choke on my words. "That Ed..deserved it.." I looked down as tears ran down my face. "But in my heart...he didn't.."

"As far as I know," Dale said, his glare breaking from Andrea to me. "Your husband was a no life drunk." He gripped his gun. "I'm sorry, but I seen your busted lip." He looked at my mouth. "And you wouldn't be wondering around the woods alone. No one in their right minds would do that. He probably did something to you to make you wonder off Huh?"

I nodded and gripped my shoulder. "Yeah.." I looked down. I looked back up to see Daryl grab a bloody pickaxe and looked down at my dead husband.

I walked up to him, tears running down my face and I gave out my hand. "I'll do it." I nodded, starting to bawl. "He's..he's my husband." He gently gave me the weapon and I heaved it up in the air, and slammed it against Ed's skull, blood gushing everywhere. I swung again, letting out a cry of anger as his skull crunched. I swung again, blood splattering on the ground. I let out all of my anger. My pain. For him touching his daughter, beating me, ruining my social life. I thanked God for his death.

I instantly came back into sanity and gave the pickaxe to Daryl, regretting my thoughts that were ungodly.

I walked back to Dale, and sat beside him. He handed me a handkerchief. I sighed and wiped my eyes.