Third Person

"She saved my life."
"She reminds me of my sisters."
"One of my bestfriends."

The teenager smiled to herself at the words as the gun was pushed deeper into her temple. There was nothing she could do. This man would pull the trigger, putting a bullet in her brain. The girl gave up. She stopped struggling. Everyone watched as she let a single tear fall down her cheek. She had a good life. Sort of.

It felt so slow, but Andrew pulled the trigger. Everyone held their breath, waiting for Elle's blood to spray on the wall next to her. They waited to hear Glenn's cries. They thought about what they would tell everyone else. But the gun only clicked. Elle had a look of confusion spread across her bloodied face. Was she dead? She can't be. She took this moment of silence and confusion as an advantage. She used as much of her core strength as she could and forced herself over Andrew's arm, twisting it back. She fell to the ground, gasping for air, as the men were quick to come to her aid. Rick held Andrew down.

Glenn ran frantically to Elle. "Are you okay?" She nodded. He touched the wound on the side of her face. "What happened there?"

"Son of a bitch pushed my head into the wall." She groaned. Daryl pulled a red rag out of his pocket and gave it to her. She inspected the rag and put the part that didn't have bike oil to the wound. Glenn helped her stand up. She grabbed her knife and put it in her holster. She jumped at the sudden sound of a gunshot. Oscar had just shot Andrew in the head.

Everyone walked in silence until they came across body. "That's T." Rick sighed. Daryl crouched down and picked up a thin peice if fabric. A scarf to be more specific. Carol's scarf. Everyone had been out there, waiting. But, it wasn't everyone. Maggie, Lori, and Carl were nowhere in sight. Beth explained where she saw them run to when this whole mess started and Rick started explaining his plan. Elle walked over to the table that sat outside sat down. Her head was throbbing and she had a headache. She blocked out everyone's talking and looked at the dead walkers that littered the yard. All she could hope was that they didn't have to find any of their people lying on the ground. Any more of their people. Her headache was so bad, she swore she could hear a baby crying. No matter what the girl did, it wouldn't go away. Then she realized, she wasn't imagining it. Quickly turning around, making her more dizzy, she saw Maggie stumble out, holding a newborn baby. Her hands were covered in blood and she was crying. Carl looked pissed, like he'd just finished crying. Everyone waited for the baby's mother to come out behind them, but she never did.

That's when it hit them: Lori didn't survive the birth.

Maggie looked like her knees would give out at any second so Elle was quick to walk over, leaving the rag, and take the baby from her arms. Maggie cried into Glenn's shoulders. Elle looked down at the baby, who was not crying anymore. The baby girl had the most beautiful eyes. The teenager's head continued to throb, but she didn't care. Rick started asking where his wife was, making Maggie only cry louder. Carl stared at the ground, gun in hand. The pieces were easily put together. Lori needed a c-section, Maggie had to perform it, hence the blood on her hands. Carl on the other hand, he had to shoot his own mother so she wouldn't turn. Elle could feel the blood running down her face, but she didn't care. How is the group supposed to keep a baby alive? Babies need extra care and attention, not to mention, all they do is cry! Walkers will hear her for miles. Hershel had called Elle over so he could see the baby. She stumbled over and lay the baby in his arms. He looked over her before speaking up.

"She looks healthy." He stated. "But she'll need formula. She'll die without it." Hershel added. It was true. Without a mother to breastfeed her baby, formula was the only option left. Daryl shook his head in both anguish and anger.

"No. Nobody else is dying today. I'm going on a run." He claimed. Maggie volunteered to go with him. Can you blame her? She needs to get away from the prison. Daryl whispered something to Beth before leaving.

Everyone was on edge. Carl was staring at the ground, refusing to look anyone in the eye. Rick was a crying mess on the ground. Elle's headache was only getting worse, making her dizzier. Carol and TDog were dead. It was too much. Hershel lead us all back inside, to the room full of tables, but now lacking life. Rick continued walking though, he went into the tombs. He wanted to see Lori's body. Nobody could stop him, so Glenn walked behind him.

Hershel sat me down as Beth handed him some medical supplies. The teenager watched as he put rubbing alcohol on a rag. "This is gonna sting like a bitch." He warned. She chuckled at Hershel's swearing, but the chuckle quickly became a hiss of pain. "Told ya." Most of the blood could be cleaned up. It was only a small cut, it just bleed a lot. "So how'd this happen?" Hershel asked. Elle sighed.

"One of the prisoners." Carl tensed in the corner. "He's dead now," she assured. "He attacked me."

"And that's all you got?" The man asked referring to the cut that now had a band aid over it. You'd think when a grown man attacks a 12 year old girl, she would take more hits.

"She put up one hell of a fight." Oscar spoke up from the corner. Elle smirked.

"I did."

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Predictions?

Sorry this is short. I'm not a huge fan of season 3 so I don't have much motivation. I like writing in 1st person, but I want to practice 3rd person because I ✨suck✨

Anyways.... I read all my comments, so give feedback! :) I'm still taking character submissions!