Chapter Twelve:

                                    

                                          
ALYSSA' POV:
                          
I was never effected by death. 
                          
When my mother died, I was a mere child. Oblivious to the fact that in less than a day, my life would crash down to the ground. 
Merle was a teenager, and Daryl was about twelve. My mother always had a cigarette in her mouth. She liked to smoke in her room. We always told her to put out her cigs before she fell asleep. She was somewhat kind enough to do that and so on.
                          
But one day I was playing with Tabby and her little sister Camille, and then the sirens sounded. It was heading towards my street. 
I was sure that the firetruck was going to turn up into my driveway, so I started to run. 
                          
Tears were clouding my vision. I ran until I made it to my yard. Standing there was Daryl and Merle tears in their eyes. 
                          
I tried running towards them, but a big man held me back. I saw my dad talking to the men. He looked towards me with a hatred. 

                          
He blamed me.
                          
And now I'm afraid that the bullet will kill me, and it will still be my fault...

                          
*STILL ALYSSA'S POV*

                          
I woke with a gasp. I looked around the room, my eyes clouded with drowsiness. Seeing around I realized that I was still in the SUV.
                          
"M-Merle." I stuttered, coughing halfway through the sentence. He looked at me, pity and sadness clearly in his bright blue eyes. 
                          
"I went back teh the prison...it's gone. It's clear that The Governor was there. There was a walker of em'. A blade cut straight thre' his chest." After he said that, the tears started to fall down my face.
                          
"Any signs of Daryl, Michonne, Rick...even C-Carl?" I asked. He nodded yes, lifting my spirits by a little. 
                          
"Took teh bullet outta' yer' chest. I put a bandage on you's. While I was putting stuff in teh trunk, I found some tracks. We following em' now." I smiled at him, but it quickly faded after feeling the pain in my ribs. 
                          
I wanted to scream, the pain was terrible. I bit down on my sleeve. I'm glad we stopped for new clothes before the bar. Finally I have new ones. (Polyvore: http://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=9822796&.svc=copypaste&id=117847663)

                          
He muttered something under his breath about how he needs to get me medicine. But all I was focused on was the slow growing pain in my ribs.
                          
"M-my rib, i-it's broken fer' sure." I wheezed out. He looked behind towards me nervously. He started to park the car on the side of the road next to a house, surrounded by a ton of other homes.
                          
I put on my spike gloves, and took out my throwing knives. I re-laced my black Doc.Martins and got ready to raid a house.
                          
We walked up towards the house. On the deck was a 112 ounce can of pudding, with a spoon. 
                          
I just simply thought nothing of it. I continued to walk up the steps util there was such a sharp pain in my chest and head that I collapsed with a thud. Merle picked me up and sat with his back against a pole on the deck. He cradled me, knowing that I was scared.
                          
"Aly I will get you outta' this! I WILL!" The last part he shouted, defiantly attracting walkers.
                          
"Merle...this seems like a good place to die." I said with a sigh, looking up.
                          
"No! Yer' the only one who can put up with me! I love ya' little sis! I ain't givin up on you!" He looked as if he was gonna cry, but I knew he wouldn't. My head started to hurt. In my chest I felt a crack. I opened my mouth to say 'I love you too, big bro' but, I couldn't hold in the pain anymore. I screamed. Only five seconds after I put my hand over my mouth. 
                          
I heard the front door open. My eyes were about to close from tiredness, but I could still see who it was...

                          
Rick. 
                          
He took in the situation before him. Seeing that I was severely injured, he opened the door a little more.
                          
My eyes were closing slowly as we walked threw the threshold of the kitchen. I opened my eyes when I was set on the counter. 
                          
Uncle Merle took off my hoodie, leaving me in a tight fitting tank top. Carl and Michonne seemed to stroll into the kitchen, but suddenly stopped. They looked at me with happiness and sadness evident in their eyes. 
                          
Carl rushed towards me. He took in every aspect of me. He stopped right at my abdomen looking at the bullet hole and something else. 
                          
"You kept the necklace." He said tearing up and pointing towards the rose necklace he gave me. I smiled. 
"Ye' helped break down my walls, while I tried to break you. Thank ye'." I smirked at him. 
                          
After that they began to get the bullet out of my upper body, causing so much pain that I began to slowly slip out of consciousness to the sound of Carl crying and Merle(a/n I almost wrote Uncle because of a book I'm reading)yelling.

                          
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