I'm not fine
We found a bunch of cars. About six.
"Everyone scout for something useful." Rick ordered. I walked up to one car. I wiped the dust off of the window and looked in.
No walkers.
I opened the door and searched inside for anything useful. I climbed over the drivers seat and looked in the glovebox. Nothing useful. I put my hand at the back of the drivers seat chair and sighed.
I looked at the steering wheel and saw keys. Maybe there's something in the trunk. I grabbed the keys, when I felt a cool hand grab onto my wrist that was behind the drivers seat. I quickly looked back at it and saw it's mouth getting closer and closer to my wrist.
I struggled to take the keys out, but I managed to. The walkers mouth was literally a millimetre away from my wrist, when I took out my knife and stabbed it. I checked my wrist, but there was no bite or scratch marks, only a red mark from how tight he held my wrist. I shook it off and looked in the back seat.
I found a pair of combat boots in my size. I looked down at my now worn out hiking boots.
"Score." I mumbled and walked out. I walked to the truck, putting in the key and turning it. I took a breath and opened the trunk.
"What...?" I mumbled, staring at the tied up walker in the trunk. She was gagged and tied up and stuffed in the trunk, left to die, I bet. I slammed the trunk closed and back up.
I sighed and put the key back in. I need to kill it. Out it out of its misery. This could have been one of us.
I tried turning the key but it wouldn't move. I wiggled the key and tried and tried, but it wouldn't move. Glenn walked up to me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked.
"There's a walker tied up in the trunk. I closed it but now I can't open it. I have to kill it." I said quickly. He sighed and turned the key. He took a deep breath and opened it. He saw the walker, struggling to move.
"Christ..." He mumbled. He took out his gun and killed it.
"Thank you..." I whispered. He nodded and patted my shoulder before walking off.
I picked up my boots and walked off. Carl came up to me, holding clothes.
"These should fit you... Found them in a backpack in that car over there." He said. I smiled and took the clothes. It was black ripped skinny jeans and a dark reddish sweater. "I know how much you wanted new clothes... Especially with all the... Peoples... Blood on them." He said, peoples, meaning Beth's, Kayla's, Merle's, and mine.
"Thanks, Carl." I said, hugging him. He hugged back. I winced in pain from the wound on my stomach. He let go of me and looked at me.
"Lift up your shirt." He said.
"What?" I asked.
"Just show me your wound." He ordered. I slowly lifted up my shirt and looked at the bandage wrapped around my torso. My wound was still bleeding a little.
"Nothing we can do..." I shrugged, putting my shirt back down. "Still doesn't hurt that much when I walk." I lied. My stomach hurts really badly when I walk or even move, but it hide it. He sighed, not fully believing me.
"Melissa..." He sighed.
"Trust me." I chuckled. I put my new clothes into my backpack. He nodded and kissed my forehead before walking off.
"Let's keep walking. We'll find something." Rick said.
+++
The clouds grew darker and we heard thunder. My eyes widened and I looked at Carl, smiling.
Rain.
The rain poured down on us. Carl opened his mouth and I did the same. We put water bottles on the ground and let them collect water. Everyone was laughing and smiling except for Maggie and dad. Judith began to cry, so I put my shirt around her, keeping her dry. Leaving me in a tank top.
I put a hand over my face to keep the rain from getting on me. Carl noticed and put his hat on my head. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back.
"Reminds me of the time we fell asleep in the rain at the prison." I laughed. he chuckled. I looked at Judith. She fell asleep again.
"Poor babies tired..." I said, rocking her on my hip.
"We need a place to stay. I don't like the looks of these clouds." Rick said. I looked up and saw that the clouds were really dark.
"I found a barn thing. Just in the woods a little. C'mon." Dad said. We quickly followed him. We got to this little wooden shack sort of thing. We all went inside and made a fire.
I walked to the other side of the bark and changed into the new clothes I found today.(A/N- picture above or to the side)
Rick began talking. I didn't listen to most of what he said. I laid down with Carl and Judith just behind the group.
Rick said something about how kids are luckier than adults in the apocalypse. How it's easier for us to adapt, while adults live their whole lives, so they have to get used to this new world.
It's not easy. At least they got a childhood. At least they got to live a Norman life at one point.
He said some other speech that I didn't listen to.
Carl wrapped one arm around me and Judith, and the other under his head. I wrapped one arm around Judith, holding carls hand, and the other around carls waist.
"We are the walking dead." Rick said. That was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
+++
I woke up to loud banging and growls. I opened my eyes and saw half of the group struggling to keep the doors closed. I shot up and put Judith on the ground, seeming there was nowhere else to put her, and ran to help the group. Carl came seconds later. I had my back against it, and he was in front of me, trying to push the doors closed with his hands.
Soon, the whole group was struggling to keep the walkers out and the door closed. Loud bangs and crashes were heard from outside, and the thunder and lightning never seemed to stop.
Everyone's feet were sliding back because of the mud on the ground. I looked over to my right and saw my dad was trying to keep both doors closed with his hands. He looked at me and nodded. I nodded back. We both looked away seconds later, focusing on keeping the walkers out.
"You know, it's almost your birthday." Carl said as he struggled to help keep the doors closed. He's trying to help me to stop worrying, taking my mind off of the fact that there's probably hundreds of walkers outside of this door, waiting to rip the flesh from our bones.
"Really... That means it's almost your birthday, too. Since...since your birthday is before mine." I said, trying not to fall while putting all my weight onto the doors. My heart was beating a mile a minute from fear. "Or my birthday already passed."
"I think my birthday already passed. I'm sixteen, I think." He said. I nodded. A really loud bang coming from outside made me jump. Sounded like another tree falling down. Judith started crying. I looked at rick and he nodded. I quickly kissed Carl and ran over to Judith, trying to calm her down. She's hungry, but we have no food. I looked through my bag, finding a butterscotch pudding cup.
"It'll have to do..." I said. I dug through my bag and found a plastic spoon. I began feeding it to her. She didn't seem to like it very much, but she ate it anyways. She stopped after a few big spoonfuls.
I decided to ask the group if they wanted any of it. I haven't eaten in forever, but the group is more important than I am.
Soon, the walker growls stopped, and we were able to shut the doors and everyone laid down.
"Anyone want some butterscotch pudding?" I asked, leaning against the wall.
"You haven't eaten more than a granola bar in two weeks. Eat." Carol said. I sighed.
"You sure none of you are hungry?" I asked.
"Mel, look at you. You're sixteen and you probably only weigh like ninety five pounds. Eat." Rick said. I nodded taking a spoonful of pudding and handing it over to Carl. He sighed and looked at me.
"Eat, Melissa. Please?" He asked.
"I'm not even hungry..." I mumbled, eating another spoonful. "Save it for Judith." I said, putting it beside me.
I looked beside me and Judith was sleeping again. All this travelling is tiring her out. I picked her up, but accidentally woke her up. She looked at me and giggled. I slightly smiled. I'm exhausted. Mentally and physically. Everyone's just dying. I looked around for Nathan, Tristen and Bella, but I couldn't find them.
"Uh, where's that family we saved yesterday?" I asked. Rick sighed.
"They must have left last night..." He said. I groaned and put my head in my hands.
"The kid only has one arm... And just got it cut off..." There's no way any of them are surviving this. The walker population outnumbers us at about at least a million to one... And with a woman who can't use a weapon and a little boy with one arm...
"Get some sleep, Mel..." Dad said. I shook my head and stood up. I walked to the doors, looking outside.
"See anything?" Damien walked up to me.
"Too dark. The rain isn't helping either." I said, shaking my head.
"Where do you think the walkers went?" He asked.
"Dead... Trees fell last night, probably either left or trees killed them. I'm hoping for the second one." I said. He nodded.
"How you doing?" He asked.
"Gunshot hurts but other than that I'm fi-"
"I didn't mean your gunshot. Your best friends just died..." He said. I nodded.
"Right..." I sighed. I looked at the group. They've all lost people. Noah lost his whole family, Maggie, too... Dad lost his whole family, other than me, and I lost the same people. Rick lost his wife, Glenn lost his whole family, Sasha, too. Carol lost her husband and daughter, Carl lost his mother. Abe, rosita, Eugene, Tara... They all lost people, Damien had no family when this started. Gabriel lost his wife. Everyone lost somebody.
I looked at Gabriel. He looked depressed. He took off his priest collar thing (idk I'm sorry) and threw it in the fire. He's lost faith.
"I'm not fine..." I said and looked at him. "But I'm not giving up." I said. "I'm not doing that."