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You gripped Glenn's arm as you begun to cough heavily. He placed a hand on your back, screaming for Hershel. You'd caught that illness going around the prison. You couldn't understand why Glenn was screaming, though. That was until you put a hand to cover your mouth, and it came away covered in dark red blood. You scream slightly as you cough more, on all fours on the floor.

"Hershel, she's dying!" Glenn screams. Dark spots cover your eyes as you struggle feebly to suck air into your burning lungs. Asphyxiation. It's the apocalypse, and your going to die from asphyxiation. You look up too see Hershel in the doorway with a sort of bag in his hands. Behind him, is Rick. He's holding back Carl, who's screaming at the top of his lungs.

"No, no! Y/N!" He screeches. The door shuts and you can still see him out of the window. He's heaped into Ricks chest, sobbing loudly.

"C'mon, Y/N. Come on, stay with us!" Hershel says as he stabs the tube down your throat. You choak, and feel the sticky crimson liquid drip slowly down your cheek. You're vision wavers and your breathing slows.

"No! No, stay awake!" Glenn tells, shaking you. But you can't. You struggle to breath, feeling as though you had just drunk a gallon of bleach. You suck in one last breath.

And you don't breath it out.

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"Carl, im sorry." Hershel says as they walk out of the room slowly. He looks up, and sees your pale body on the floor. Blood drips from your skull from the knife mark Hershel clearly did. Carl cringes onto the floor, shaking.

"No..." He cries. "No, no. No she-no!"

"Carl... Carl, we lost her." Hershel says, stating the obvious. He shakes his head, crawling over to the door and pushing it open. He walks over to your body, heaped on the ground, your eyes open, but not seeing. He begins to shake you, screaming. Rick yanks him away from you and Carl screams into his lap.

"She can't be gone!" He shouts. "No! Not her! We lost everyone, I can't lose her!"

"I'm so sorry, son." Rick whispers quietly. Glenn comes in, holding a sheet.

"Wait-" Carl cries before Glenn covers your body. With his shirtsleeve, he wipes the blood from your face and pulls off the pump which had been breathing for you. He tucks your hair behind your ear, like you always had it. He kisses you quickly on the cheek and walks away, sobbing, as Glenn covers your body.

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He sits at your grave, holding a dying bunch of flowers in his clammy palms. Only, he can't cry anymore. He feels numb. Without you, he's not there. He's somewhere else, in his mind. Thinking of you, probably. He'll sit on your room, and just... Sit there. He hasn't spoken for about a week now, and when he does, which is rare, he speaks of you.

"Hey, Y/N." He mumbles, his voice croaking. "I...um. God, I miss you." He sighs. "What I wouldn't do to hear that beautiful laugh of yours... Probably laughing at my terrible jokes. I got some flowers for you. Sorry, they're kinda dead. They were the ones I got for you when you got sick. Remember? The ones on your bedside table, in the vase. I hope you're somewhere with your family. Somewhere happy, safe. I'm never going to forget you, you know? The way your eyes sparkle. The way you sang quietly when you couldn't sleep. I remember everything. I love you."

He places the flowers on the ground and walks away.