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Heart
Walkers poured into the farmland.
The grounds were covered in the undead.
Rick and Shane weren't back yet.
Natalie hadn't been this terrified since the night Nicky died.
"We've got to get out of here," Natalie said, fear in voice.
"Have you seen Carl?" Lori asked frantically.
Natalie's eyes widened and she took off running up the stairs without another word.
"Carl? Carl?" Natalie shouted frantically through the house.
She tore through every room in the farmhouse.
He was nowhere to be found.
"Damn it, Carl," Natalie shouted, punching the wall.
Her fist went straight through the drywall, leaving a large hole in the wall.
"Shit," Natalie muttered.
Natalie ran back down the stairs and out onto the porch.
"He's not here," Natalie said in fear in anger.
"I'm not leaving my boy," Lori said, terrified.
"We'll go look again," Carol said reassuringly.
"Lori-- you know how to use that gun, right?" Natalie asked.
"Yeah, why?" Lori asked, confused.
"I'm going out looking for him. I'll be right back, but I needed to make sure there was a working gun here," Natalie said.
Lori nodded curtly, running into the house after Carol.
Natalie clutched Shane's rifle to her chest, running towards the massive herd of walkers spilling into the farm.
"Carl?" Natalie shouted repeatedly.
She was in the herd now-- she pushed walkers off of her, running through the mass, calling for Carl.
A gunshot tore through the air.
Natalie felt a blinding pain in her abdomen. Her hand flew immediately to her stomach.
The warm, thick liquid spilled from the wound like a waterfall of death.
She pulled her hand away and looked at it-- it was completely red.
She slowly fell into the dirt.
When she looked at what she had fallen next to, it felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest.
Shane.
Natalie gasped for air, trying to catch a full breath.
Tears streamed down her blood and dirt stained face, leaving streaks.
She couldn't help but stare at the bullet hole in his forehead.
"Baby, wake up. This is a horrible prank. Please, Shane, just open those pretty brown eyes. Please, baby. I can't lose you. I can't. I can't. I can't. Oh God, please baby just wake up," Natalie cried.
"Baby, I take back the part in our vows where I said 'til death do us part. You're not allowed to die on me. You promised you wouldn't leave me. I still need you," Natalie cried.
She laid her head down onto his still chest and wept.
Shane was dead.
Her husband was dead.
The father of her son was dead.
The love of her life was dead.
The pain from the bullet was nothing compared to this.
She reached around the back of his neck, unclasping his necklace, holding the cool metal to her lips.
She grabbed his hand-- the once warm safe haven for her own hand was now cold and unwelcoming.
She slid the wedding ring off of his finger as she broke down into violent sobs.
The violent sobs turned into choked sobs as her throat and lungs filled up with blood.
Her vision went in and out from blood loss.
"I love you," Natalie said softly in a broken and hoarse voice.
