┏━━━━°⌜ MALICIOUS ⌟°━━━━┓ post-season 3 / pre-season 4 prologue, let me go ┗━━━━°⌜ MALICIOUS ⌟°━━━━┛
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MICHELLE GALLAGHER felt paralyzed. There was a lump forming in the back of her throat, burning and hurting her as she stared at the sight. Her hand was stained with blood that didn't even belong to her. In fact, the red substance belonged to a reanimated corpse that bit her parents right in front of her. She felt her knees weaken, but she couldn't give in. She was stuck. Her hand covered her mouth, her eyes widened as she tried to block out every single noise around her.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
She didn't know what to do. They weren't supposed to get bitten. They weren't supposed to die. She could barely take care of herself, so how the hell was she supposed to take care of her younger brother and his friend. She was in no shape to become a parental figure to two thirteen year olds. Not yet, at least.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when her brother, Malachi Gallagher, skid across the floor (surely scraping his knees) to get to his parents. His mother, Jane Gallagher, reached for his hand. The boy was crying. She'd never really seen the vulnerable side of him growing up. "Mom? Hey, hey, look at me, okay?" His voice was gentle as if he were trying to calm her. They both knew what was coming.
Jane and Matthew Gallagher could survive a few more days with the virus eating at them slowly, but it was risky to keep them alive. It was best for them to pass away the day they got infected. Malachi squeezed her hand, unable to get another word out of his mouth because if he did, he let out a loud sob. With his free hand, he soothing ran a hand through her hair.
Jane let out a gasp of pain, turning away from her son to look at her husband, who was whispering something in Erick Lewis' ear. "Kai, baby, you know what you have to do."
Malachi pressed her knuckles against his lips, trying to contain his emotions. "Mom, I can't." He croaked out. His voice was strained, and it hurt. "I can't do that."
"Baby, you have to. Look at me — I can't live like this. I don't — I can't turn into one of them. You and Mikey and Erick need to go. You know the plan." She tried to get him to listen, but the teenage boy was too busy staring at the blood rapidly gushing out of his mom's shoulder. "I am in pain. I, physically, cannot go on. Kai, please."
Jane squeezed his hand, shuddering when he let go and reached into his waistband. Kai knew what he needed to do, and his mother was begging for it. She was hurting. And the boy never wanted his mother to feel that way. He placed the gun on her hand, his hand shaking. Breathe. Remember to breath.
