Left To Go Alone - TWD [ 1 ]

Chapter 27 part 5 - i will stay here till you wake

A/N
Guys my memory is very foggy on these parts until some time later in... season 8 maybe? I'm not totally sure but I don't remember parts there is so much. So now I'm going my way currently. Also, yes I know about Isabella possibly having RJ ok lol Ik it's crAzy and I've never written pregnant people so it's possible.
- LK

Carl shoved the sheet/poncho on me, putting it on him I see a dead walker laying on the floor right in front of us on the hallway.

I try not to gag, the scent never made me gag but currently I'm very sensitive. I cover my mouth a close my eyes, trying to keep my lunch in me.

Rick smothers himself, Michonne, Maggie and Tara in guts.

I shake my head, trying so hard to not vomit.

Carl grabs my hand, I look over at him. Covering my mouth.

"Why are you gagging? We've done this before havent we? You've been around walkers?" Carl says confused, rubbing my back. I wave my free hand at him, "I don't know what's wrong with me." I uncover my mouth.

"Do you think your?—"
"Carl shut your mouth." I scratch his hand, he hissed and grabs his palm.

Rick comes over to me with a hand full of guys, cocking his head, "You okay?"

"Yep." I say forcefully.
He is thinking what Carl was thinking.
"Shut up." I glare, "We will talk about this later." I said. Rick carefully places a string of guts around my neck, rubbing the dark funky blood down my shoulders and on my arms. "If I knew I-" I interrupt, knowing well Maggie was pregnant maybe Rick had the thought stuck in his mind?

"Rick we don't know, if we do I don't know what I'll do." I shook my head, everyone coughing from the scent. Rick nods, looking behind him at everyone his motions to the stairs. "Time to roll."

I took a shaky deep breath, looking back a Deanne she nods hesitantly.

Goodbye, old friend.

I notice they hardly could keep the walkers out of the garage they kept them in by placing a huge couch on it.

But how'd they get there in the first place?

"Hold hands." Rick whispered, taking my hand as I take Jessie's who took Carl's and so fourth.

Rick opens the door, the roars of walkers fill the air as I smell the putrid smell of rot.

I swallow back my vomit, the need to be sick is unbelievable.

I squeeze Ricks hand, in which he squeezed back.

Denise can't be dead. She can't be. I need her.

I try to be a silent as possible, Jessie holding my hand so tightly it starts to ache. I scratch her hand, earning a stifled groan.

Walkers bump roughly into us, causing us to slightly stumble but keep our walker limp.

Ones puss starts squirting at us, we suck it up and continue pushing forward.

"Mom?"

I hear Sam whisper.

"Mom?? Mom?"