He's Our Future

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - 𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕒𝕣

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I opened my book, writing the date.

Day - 1223

It's been three years, four months, and six days since the start of the end.

A lot has happened since the last time I wrote. Which has only been three months. Let's start at the beginning.

We soon went to war with the Governor and won. We lost people but grew as a community. This brought Daryl and me closer together. We moved into one of the watchtowers, so Jacob would be closer to us.

The people of Woodbury soon joined us at the prison. Everything was going well. Until it wasn't.

Sickness broke out. Some people were lucky that they didn't get it. But for me, I got it. So now I'm sitting in the quarantine block.

I stopped writing for a moment. I began to cough into my rag. It felt like I was dying.

I pulled the rag away, seeing nothing but red on the rag. That couldn't be good.

I let out another cough, then Hershel appeared at my door. "You have a visitor -" he paused, looking at the state I was in, "I'll tell Jacob to come back another time."

"No, no." I coughed, "I need to go see him." I stood, my knees a little wobbly at first. I walked down the stairs with the help of Hershel. It took me a moment, but I made it into the room. There was a thick layer of glass separating Jacob and me.

"Hi, Munchkin." I smiled weakly at my boy.

"Hi, Momma." Jacob sat at the table so he could see me better.

"You shouldn't be here. Where's Daryl?" I looked around the room he was in, seeing no one with him.

"Daddy went on a trip to go get medicine to make you feel better. Bethy said I have to go with the other kids. So I don't get sick." Jacob said as he played with his car.

"Who else isn't here?" I asked, letting out a wet cough.

"Rick left with Carol, I think to find more food. You aren't gonna die, right momma?" His bright blues looked at me through the glass.

I looked up at him, "Don't say anything like that, Munchkin. I'll be better before you know it," I whispered the last part, not believing myself. He just nodded and looked down at his hands.

"Now, go back to where Beth is at. I love you lots." I placed my hand against the glass.

"I love you too, momma." He placed his hand against mine before getting off the table and disappearing into the cell block.

After I knew he was gone, I let out a sob. I didn't know if that would be the last time I saw my boy. Hershel soon came in and helped me back to my cell.

I lay on the bunk, looking at the cell above me. Sleep soon took my weak body.

I woke up hours later, gasping for what little breath I had. When it wouldn't come to me, I banged on the bars of my bed, falling from it.

Within seconds Hershel and Lizzie were at opening my cell. I felt something slide down my throat. I tried my best to pull away from whatever was happening.

"Don't resist! It's to help you, Rose," Hershel said.

I could feel the doctor pumping air back into my lungs as soon as I stopped resisting. I started to relax then heard a gunshot. My body jolted at the sound, yet my eyes didn't open. I soon fell back into sleep, my body against the cold concrete.

I woke once again when I felt cold hands on my throat, my eyes shot open, and I looked up to see who was touching me.

"Drink, Daryl, and the others came back with the medicine." Hershel held the liquid to my lips, allowing me to take small sips.

Within a few days of them coming back with the medicine, I was up and moving. My body was still weak, but I was able to move and breathe on my own.

I finally got to get out of the quarantine block. As soon as I entered the cell block, I felt arms wrap around my legs. I looked down, seeing my son.

"We weren't sure if you were going to make it." Daryl came up, he hit my shoulder, "I'm glad you pulled through."

"How have things been out here?" I asked.

"Beth's boyfriend died on a run. Bob almost got us killed for a bottle of Jack, and we cleared most of the walkers at the fence." Daryl told me as we sat down at the table. "Hershel and Michonne are out there now, moving the bodies."

"How's Beth taking the news?"

"She took it well. She's tired of losing people."

"Aren't we all."

That night I was tossing and turning after the whole ordeal with the Governor. Daryl and I moved back into the cellblock.

"Daryl?"

He let out a grunt letting me know he was awake.

"What happens if the Governor comes back?"

"He won't. While you were sick, I was out looking for the bastard. There are no signs that he is still alive."

That morning I woke up to the prison shaking. This caused me to jolt up and run out of the prison with everyone else. In the field stood the one person we didn't want to see.

The Governor.

He was surrounded by people and a tank. Kneeled in front of him were Hershel and Michonne. It all seemed surreal. Rick and the Governor began to yell. Moments later, he pulled out Michonne's katana and sliced off Hershel's head.

Hershel was gone.

His head rolled a few feet from him, and everything seemed to stop. Everyone stood there stunned until his youngest cried out. This seemed to bring everyone back in. Bullets began to fly from both sides.

"Go get the kids on the bus!" Daryl yelled at Beth then looked me in the eye, "Go get our son and get out, go to the woods. I'll find you." He pulled me into a quick kiss, pushing me in the direction of the prison.

I stumbled as I ran into the prison. I yelled his name and ran trying to find him. He wasn't anywhere inside. I ran back out to find Daryl but he was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't find anyone.

I was alone.

I started to panic until I heard the cries of a baby. I followed them, finding Judith in her carrier, I got her out, calming her down. I killed the walker that was coming close to us causing blood to be sprayed on the carrier.

I looked around one last time before running into the woods. Hoping and praying that Jacob found Daryl.