𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝟕𝟑

𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝟔 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝟒 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝟕𝟎

"So, you're a psychologist?" I walked into the infirmary, standing in front of the woman who had stepped up after Pete died. "Yeah. After wanting to be a surgeon for a bit." She stood up, motioning for me to sit down. "What's up? You look fine." She said, putting the binder she was reading down. I look towards the door, making sure it was shut. "I- I uhm.." My voice trailed off as I nervously played with my hair. "You can tell me what's wrong." She stood in front of me, a comforting smile on her face. "I see things. Well-" I thought for a second. "I see dead people." She looked at me confused for a second. "You see dead people?" I nodded. "I see my dead sister. It's gotten better but.." I shook my head, deciding not to finish my sentence. "Well what do these episodes look like?" I thought for a second. Episodes? That didn't sound right, but I didn't comment on it. "She'll come up to me with her group, and.." I lowered my voice. "And she tells me to eat people." I mumbled, barely audible. She nodded. "And no one else sees or hears her?" I shook my head, too nervous to actually say anything. "When did it start, I mean the visions." She corrected herself. I thought for a second. "After she died, I think I was about 34" She nodded, walking away and flipping through her binder. "I can't be sure.. but I think you have Schizophrenia." I looked at her. Did she just say I was crazy?! I stood up, about to walk out. "It's okay. I can give you antipsychotics." She smiled and walked over to her medicine cabinet, where she oddly had them just sitting there. "One pill, once a day." She handed them to me. I immediately put them in my pocket, ashamed to think I was crazy.

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We were driving back to Alexandria when we were stopped by a group of bikers. "Hand over your weapons." One of them instructed, standing infront of the rest of them. "Your property now belongs to Negan." I looked to Daryl who was approached first. He handed over his pistol. He stood in front of me for a second, before I reluctantly handed my pistol to him. "Who are you?!" I spat, crossing my arms. "I get the curiosity, but we have our own questions. And we'll be the ones asking them while we drive back to wherever you call home." He paused. "First though, your shit. What do you have for us?"  Were we seriously gonna give this stranger everything we have? Another guy grabbed Daryl, taking him to the trunk. 

"Who's Negan?" I asked. "Ding dong!" He lifted his gun, holding it up to me. "You see, usually we introduce ourselves by just popping on of you off the bat. But you seem like reasonable people. I mean you're a pretty blonde girl, and I like what I see!" I looked at him, unsure what to say. But as if reading my mind, he continued on. "And I told you not to ask any questions. And then what does she do? Ask questions!"  He cocked his gun, before Sasha spoke up. "Wait!" I looked over towards her, and he pulled out another gun, aiming it on her.

He held them there for a second before putting them back down. "I'm not gonna kill you." I gave a sigh of relief, but that short lived when he changed his mind. "Wait, yeah, I am."

Then there was a loud boom and they exploded. The force sent me back a few feet, irritating the wound I had on my shoulder. I slowly sat up, shaken up. I put my arm against the van for support. "Son of a bitch was tougher than he looked." Daryl walked over with a RPG in his arms.

"You ok?" He looked at me for a second before I responded, "Yeah, I'm fine." I grunted, walking over. "Did he cut you?" I asked, noticing a tear on his vest and blood dripping from it. "A little." I nodded and looked towards the scattered debris. "What a bunch of assholes." He noted and I hummed in agreement. I grabbed a piece of cloth from my pocket, an extra I kept after my shoulder.

I placed it over his wound, eventually letting go and getting into the truck. "We'll get it patched up when we're back." He looked at me as I sat down. "Yes Ma'am." I gave a small laugh in response. Sasha got in beside me and we drove off.

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We spent the rest of the day driving back to Alexandria. When we arrive it was dark out, and the hoard had gotten in to Alexandria. Me and Sasha had climbed on top of the truck, shooting walkers that had gone after Glenn. "Can you get the gate?!" I yelled out, climbing back down. Sasha helped Maggie and Enid off of the platform. I opened the door for Glenn and he climbed in. "We can lean them away." He stuttered, obviously shaken up. "Nah, we don't gotta lead them away. Get 'em all together." He responded. 

He drove over to the lake, and we both got out. I ran to the back and covered Daryl while he started dumping the chemicals into the water.  Everyone else got into the truck while me and Daryl stood on top. He fired the RPG into the lake and it immediately caught on fire.

All the walkers had started coming over, falling into the lake slowly melting. I had climbed off of the van, killing walkers that hadn't made their way to the lake. It was exhausting, and I could immediately feeling the intense stinging from where the bullet had grazed me earlier but I didn't let up. I plunged my knife in and out of walker heads, until we had cleared them out and there were none left.

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I stood beside Daryl as Denise patched him up, patiently waiting for my turn. Once she had finished his stitches he stood up, letting me sit down. I pulled down the collar of my shirt, revealing a bloody wound. "Barley grazed you." She said with a smile, quickly getting to work. Daryl silently stood beside me as she worked, just watching. After she finished I stood up, walking out with Daryl by my side. "Goin home?" He asked. "Yeah. Im exhausted." I replied, carefully weaving my way through the dead bodies scattered all over the streets. 

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