Ava's POV
The illness has spread like wild fire, claiming victims like mad. Good people, dying because they choke to death on their own blood.
The kids that are not sick are quarantined on one side of the prison and the sick people, are on the other.
We are not to come into contact with the ill. But Hershel can't be alone in there.
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"Carol you better let me in there or I will fucking shoot your head off!" I growl. Carol looks afraid of my words and opens the door.
"Hershel?" I call down the dark cell block. "Over here." his reply comes from a distant cell. "I have some more stuff so you can make tea!" I yell in response.
"Set it on the desk in the very first cell to the right." he answers."okay."i say.
I walk into his cell and set down the supplies I brought.
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Through the Dark
Fanfiction*currently being edited* Shit hit the fan fairly quickly. Rick and a group of survivors go through hell and back. He'd do anything for his people. His family. When faced with temptation he takes the bait and throws himself in a volcano of feelings a...
