End it. Please.
Melissa's POV
I woke up to sunlight hitting my face. I opened my eyes and noticed I was on the floor. I I sat up and saw Carl and rick sitting on the floor against the couch.
"Rick! Oh my god, you're awake!" I almost shouted and hugged him. He laughed.
"Sure am." He said. I let go of him and stood up.
"Breakfast, anyone?" I asked. They nodded, when we heard a knock on the door. We all froze. I looked at Carl, walking beside him.
We both picked up our guns and aimed it at the door. Rick looked through the window and started breaking out laughing.
"Rick?" I whispered. He looked at Carl and slid down the door.
"It's for you." He smiled. I looked at Carl.
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"What do you two think of my fairly attractive shirt?" Michone asked, walking up to me and Carl and posing as if she was some sort of model in a fashion show. I looked at Carl and Burt out laughing.
"It looks... Great, Michone." I laughed, looking at the white, men's dress shirt that she was wearing. Carl nodded.
We were sitting in the kitchen eating stale cereal, Michone was standing against the counter, and rick was leaning against the wall. Everyone was actually smiling for once. Laughing. I almost forgot what real laughter sounded like.
"How's the cereal?" Michone asked. Carl looked up.
"It's okay. I just wish I could have some milk with it, though." He shrugged.
"Ah, I'd kill for some soy mil right about now," Michone said. Carl made a disgusted face.
"What? You don't like soy milk?! Shame..." I shook my head and chuckled.
"Okay, okay. Once I was at a friends house, and the only had soy milk. So I drank some and I threw up, like, everywhere." Carl pretended to be throwing up. I rolled my eyes and laughed. Michone raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, I didn't throw up," Carl confessed. "But I almost. I was like," Carl made a gagging face. I rolled my eyes again.
"Soy milk is the best." I said and Michone nodded.
"No, but seriously... I'd rather have canned milk than drink soy milk." He said and chuckled.
"I'd rather drunk Judith's formul-" everyone's smile faded. Rick walked out of the kitchen.
"Sorry." Carl mumbled, mostly to himself, as he stood up and stomped away. I looked at Michone. We both sighed. She began to walk after Carl, but I stopped her.
"I'll get him. Don't worry. Go see if ricks okay." I said and walked upstairs.
"Hey, Carl?" I called out. I heard sniffling coming from our room. I walked over to the door and knocked.
"Carl? You in here?" I asked softly. I heard a sniffle.
"No." He said.
I sighed and opened the door, seeing a crying Carl in the corner.
"Carl..." I sighed and sat down beside him.
"I miss her." He sobbed. I nodded.
"We all do, Carl... But...but maybe this is for the best... I-I mean, now she won't have to grow up in a world full of killing and deaths... Isn't that... Isn't that better? I mean, yea she was only a baby, but she won't have to experience deaths and killing..." I softly said. Carl looked up at me like I just killed eight people.
"She was the only thing I had left of my mother! She was only a baby! She didn't deserve to fucking die! How could you say that, Melissa?! Don't fucking say that my baby sister dying was a good thing!" He yelled. I flinched and moved back.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"No! You know what?! You act like your life is a big fucking mess when In reality, you've never gone through half of what I've been through!" Carl yelled. I blinked back tears and stood up.
"Oh, so you've been through abuse every day, your parents divorced when you were eleven? You were picked on every day? You had no friends? You used to cry yourself to sleep every night? You started the apocalypse alone and by yourself? You had to survive on your own for days with walkers all around threatening to kill you at any given moment? You got shot, stabbed, tortured and wanted to be dead? You got kidnapped and almost died multiple times? You lost the only thing you have left? NO! I've been through hell and back and I still have the scars to prove it!" I said, sticking my arm out for a second.
"Melissa-"
"You've always had someone to save your ass, while I was always on my own! My whole family is dead! You still have your father! Don't be so fucking rude and ignorant! You're had it easy compared to me! Fuck... Why am I still talking to you?" I said. He tried to talk, but I cut him off.
"You may have lost your sister, but guess what?" I said. He shook his head.
"You also lost me." I spat before picking up my bags and leaving the room. I rushed into the washroom.
"Melissa!" Carl yelled, but is lamed the door in his face. I slid down the door until I was on the floor. I rolled up my sleeves and looked at my arm. All it's doing is reminding me of when I was hurting, when I had no one. I only cut three times. Nobody knows. I have about eight cuts on my arm, and they're fading, but they're still there.
"Melissa... Please open the door..." Carl said. I could tell he's crying. I stood up and opened the door. I saw him standing there and I gave him the most fake smile I could plaster on my face, and walked away.
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*3 days later*
So me and Carl haven't talked since... Since the incident. I still can't believe him.
Right now, I'm hunting with Amanda, while Carl and Michone are out scouting houses, and rick is still healing inside.
"Ever got a deer before?" I asked.
"Nope, but got lots of rabbits and stuff." She shrugged. "I'm still probably a better hunter than you." She challenged.
"Well, I went hunting every weekend, let's see who can do better." I smirked and laughed.
"Oh yea? We'll see." She chuckled. Just then, a big deer popped out from behind a bush.
Amanda tried to shoot at it, but only shots it's leg, causing it to limp away. I sighed and shot it's head in a second.
"Better than me, huh?" I joked. She laughed.
"Ya know I never thought my best friend in the apocalypse would be two years younger than me." She chuckled.
"Yea, I've never met someone who can hunt as bad as you." I joked. She gasped and
Pretended to be hurt.
"I cannot believe you just said that to me!" She joked. I laughed.
"Help me take this de-" I stopped when I saw a walker eating my deer.
"Damn." I grunted. She sighed and we turned around to walk back to the house, when I heard a scream. I turned around and saw a walker biting Amanda's arm, and a walked biting into her neck. (A/N- like when the walkers bit Amy)
I screamed and shot the walkers, them taking Amanda down with them.
"Amanda!" I screamed.
"End it... P-please..." She trembled. I hesitantly nodded.
"Thank you... For being a friend... For being here." I whispered. She smiled.
"I'm s-sorry..." She whispered, before her body went limp. I held back tears and stabbed her in the head. I stood up and sniffled, before walking out of the woods.
Kayla. What if she turned already. What if she's already dead.
I sat Michone and Carl walk beside me, both staring because I was covered in blood and I came out of the woods alone, not with Amanda. I looked back at the house and saw rick running out with our bags.
"Go go go go!" He whispered. We ran, not asking what was happening.
We ran for a bit, until we got to train tracks. Were following them.
I walked in front, blocking out the world. Just thinking about the most recent deaths.
"Melissa, why are you covered in blood?" Rick asked. I sighed, still staring in front of me.
"Amanda's gone." I said, still not looking back, but I could feel all eyes on me.
"It's getting dark. We should stop here." Carl said, pointing to a blue pick-up truck. Rick nodded and Carl rushed into the truck. I slowly walked in behind him, him in the passenger seat, and me in the backseat.
The rest of the night was silent, both of us not daring to speak to each other.
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I woke up to banging on the windows from outside. I jumped when I saw a man holding a knife up to the window, staring at me. I looked out the front and saw a few men holding guns up to rick and Michone, and Carl was being held by another man.
I saw the door open and I was being pulled out of the car and thrown on the ground.
"Rick!" I yelled, beginning to cry. I looked behind me and saw rick looking at me from the log he was sitting on. He had a gun held up to his temple, so he couldn't move, none of us could.
"Help!" I screamed. The man pulled my shirt up, leaving me in a tank top and jeans. I heard a man talk.
"First, were gonna kill the woman. Then the boy. Then well torture the girl, then we'll kill you and we'll be square!" The grey-haired man said. I screamed one I felt a blade being held up to my neck.
I looked behind me again and saw rick shaking, probably anger and fear, Michone looking at me then Carl with a sad look in her eyes, and Carl had tears down his face, watching me.
"Stop your squirming." The man said as he tried to take off my tank top.
"Let's count down the ball topper, shall we?
Ten Mississippi.
Nine Mississippi.
Eight Mississippi-"
"Stop!" I voice yelled out. I didn't dare move, having a knife to my neck.
"Don't hurt these people. They're good people." The man said. This voice sounded too familiar, but I couldn't quite make it out over the sound of my rapidly beating heart in my chest.
I looked over to the side and my my dad being beat up by two men.
"DADDY!" I screamed. I saw him drop to the floor and I began to cry even more. I looked up at the man above me, still trying to undress me.
He put his hand over my mouth, but I bit it. I began to taste blood.
"Shit!" He yelled, moving his hand away. I took this advantage to kick him in the gut. I stood up and stabbed him in the head.
I grabbed my shirt and my dad's leather jacket, pulling them both over me.
I soon began to hear a gunshot, then another. Then soon enough, I looked over and saw rick bite a chick out of the grey-haired mans neck.
I felt myself being tackled to the ground, punch after punch to the face.
I knew I would have a black eye later.
I felt the man being pushed off of me, and soon enough, everyone but our group was dead.
"Melissa..." My dad whispered.
"Daddy..." I whimpered. He pulled me into a hug and I shook.
"Are you okay?" He asked, pulling away from the hug. I shook my head and cried.
"He-he-he tried to-"
"Shh... I know... It's okay now..." He whispered. I took a shaky breath and nodded.
"Can-can we go... Please?" I asked, looking at rick. He nodded. My dad and I stood up.
"I found something after the prison." He said. I looked at him. He passed me my crossbow. I smiled slightly.
"Thanks." I smiled. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him, kissing my head.
"You alright?" He asked. I sighed and looked at him. I shrugged.
Daryl's POV
I'm not with a group, I don't really know how I trust them, though.
Beth was kidnapped or something. She's gone. Not dead, just...gone.
I saw the group walk up to a smaller group, maybe four people?
I saw them put guns to their heads, and two men walked up to a blue pick-up truck. Someone is obviously in there.
I saw them pull two... Kids... Out of the truck. One was a girl, and the other one was a boy, wearing a sheriff's hat.
Wearing a sheriffs hat.
Sheriffs hat.
Carl!
I hurried over to them and looked at the girl they were now beating up and throwing he the ground.
Melissa.
"Stop!" I yelled. "You want blood, I get it. But take it from me, man. Don't hurt them, they're good people..." I said, looking at rick. I saw ricks face change from scared to angry.
The two talked for a couple seconds before I felt a hand punch my face. I stumbled backwards a bit, before being shoved to the truck, falling on my back.
"DADDY!" I heard Melissa cry. I looked over and saw her struggling to get free. All my anger inside me exploded, and soon I found myself beating up the men trying to beat me up.
Rick ended up biting the mans neck, killing him, Michone and I killed a few, and Melissa punched the guy on her in the face. I smirked, but that soon melted away when I saw her getting punched.
I quickly ran over and killed him, embracing my daughter in a hug. I felt a few tears leave my eyes.
I have her back. I have my daughter back. And I'm never letting her go. Not again.
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Hey guys!
40th chapter!!
(Just to let you know, this book most likely WILL go on for many many many more chapters, or I'll just end up making a sequel, I don't know yet. Tell me which would be better, continuing for MANY more chapters, or a sequel.)
And 3.6k reads?! That's crazy!! Thank you all so much!!
And yay, Daryl and Melissa reunited!!
Sorry about Daryl's POV, it sucks😁
And sorry about killing Amanda, I just felt that I needed to stick to the storyline and in my opinion, I don't really enjoy having new characters in books that have their own characters idk.
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