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It's the End of the World, Didn't You Get the Memo?

When You Get Shot, You Need To Make Sacrifices, It’s The McKinney Way

The ride out was worse than the first one, Maggie was driving behind in the Impala while Katherine cried about the loss of her brother and Daryl leaving in the backseat, making Maggie feel completely heartbroken for her. She didn’t know how she hadn’t put the gun to her head yet, she had no one left, it was the end of the world and she was going to forever in pain. Katherine hadn’t even exited the car when Maggie, Rick and Glenn were fighting about the Governor and Merle when trying to move a car out of the road, she was holding a bottle of Luke warm beer trying to numb out the astounding pain in her arm.

They arrived at the prison shortly after that, Carol and Carl waiting for them at the gate and while Rick explained to Carol where Oscar was and why Daryl wasn’t with them, Katherine was leaning against the hood of the Chevy explaining why Malachy wasn’t with them either, that was after she got over the shock to finding out Carol was alive and safe thanks to said redneck.

“Merle? Really?” Carl whispered, his head bowed so Katherine couldn’t see the look of shock on his face underneath the Sherriff hat. “I can’t believe it…”

“I can,” Katherine replied motionlessly. It hadn’t even been twelve hours. “And he made Daryl promise to take care of me. When I promised your mother I would look after you and Judith, I did,” She had found out her name from Carol earlier.

“Merle always bossed Daryl around, like he was controlling his mind y’know?” Carl told her and Katherine was surprised by how much Carl watched and observed the group when he wasn’t wondering off to places he wasn’t supposed to. “I’m sorry Kathy,”

“Don’t be, I had more time with him, more than I could ever ask for. I just…I just need to bury his gun and medals, clear out his things and put them in my trunk, just like I did with my mom, and my aunt,”

“You’re not going to do anything stupid are you?” Carl asked quietly, as if he was afraid to ask the question and Katherine let out small laugh, the first genuine one she had produced since they left Woodbury.

“Like kill myself? Nah, we had a pact, if one of us died, then the other would stay strong and keep going but it’s hard. Hell, he hasn’t been gone long and I just feel like a piece of my heart has been torn away from me,”

“I know,” Carl whispered sadly, and then rested his head on Katherine’s arm as she felt the urge to cry again.

“Hershel wants to look you over Katherine,” Carol spoke up beside the car inside the fences and Katherine rubbed Carl’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, no bones broken, just a few bruises and scrapes,” Katherine assured her and Carol gave her a sympathetic, crossed with an apologetic look. “Don’t look at me like that Carol,”

“At least get inside and get some rest Katherine, it’s been a long night,”

“She’s right Katherine, go on,” Rick’s voice also spoke up and the Irishwoman gave a deep sigh, leaving Carl’s side and got back into the Impala, turning the engine over and driving across the field to the next set of gates were Axel and Beth were waiting for her.

Katherine didn’t sleep long in the cellblock, maybe six hours at least until it was noon, hearing that Glenn and Maggie had been checked over by Hershel and they were completely unharmed, well, apart from the cuts and bruises. There was another group that had been invited in, but by the time she woke they were gone and Rick had gone off the rails once again. Katherine didn’t bother getting changed from the sweatpants and the oversized t-shirt that Daryl had left behind on her bed; she could smell his motorbike oil, cigarettes and his own scent while she hung the remaining pictures of Malachy up on the slightly cracked mirror. After that, she and Carl began packing up Malachy’s cell in cardboard boxes that they had found in the library they had cleared out previously.

“You just going to leave them in the trunk?” Carl questioned as the put the closed boxes on the clean and neat sheet bunk, Katherine putting the clothes in the duffle bag that had Sargent M. McKinney printed on the front of the camouflage material.

“Just in case, I don’t want to leave them here in case anything happens-“

“Like if the Governor comes?” Carl questioned and Katherine tensed, closing her eyes and trying to push the memory to the back of her mind and instead focused on the permanent pain in her arm. “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be sorry, Mal used to say that things happened for a reason, no matter what shitty reason it was,” She informed him with a small smile, zipping up the bag and tossing it on the bed, grabbing the last thing from the sink and mirror, which happened to be a polaroid picture of Dermot, Malachy, herself and their old group standing in front of the Impala next to a road sign that said Fort Benning. They were happy, smiling that they had found each other and were safe; Katherine remembered it like it was yesterday.

“That your uncle?” Carl pointed to an average built, forty year old man standing in the middle of the photo, his arm wrapped around his nephew and niece with a great smile. He was lean, short brown hair with with a short facial hair decorating his chin and upper lip, and Carl could make out a large scar across his cheek and chin.

“Yup, Dermot Patrick O’Brien, my mom’s brother, mad as a hatter. Got that scar from a bear attack when he was out hunting, damn asshole almost got himself killed, that sort of thing runs in the family,” She laughed gently at the memory.

“What happened?” Her smile flattered slightly.

“Got bit, before we found the church, we went on a run to a Wall Mart and there was a walker on the floor by the bloody alcohol section, and he was bragging about how he’d be able to drink the whole shelf, and he was pulled down. Mal didn’t get there until the walker was chewing through stomach, and he blamed himself ever since,” Katherine explained quietly, overturning the photo slowly and her finger brushed the faded out pencil.

June 2012 - Fort Benning – Malachy’s Mighty Rescue From The Hungry Walkers By Team Ass Kickers

“Sounds like it’d be a good book,” Carl stated, referring to the title in Malachy’s screwy handwriting.

“I often wonder,” Katherine put the photo with the duffle and the two left the cell, Katherine passing Beth who was holding baby Judith and she stopped briefly to kiss her forehead. “I’m going to go get clean, then I’ll come back to load up the car, I’ll be back later,” She gave them a small smile, going to her cell and grabbing a small pile of clothes with a jacket and her weapons on top, before she made her way out of the cell block, feeling the Georgia heat beating down on her skin. The brunette looked over to the field, seeing Rick stumbling about talking to God knows what, and Hershel was hopping over with his crutches to talk to him. She wished she could have seen the group that was with them; maybe she could have stopped Rick from losing his mind at them.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Katherine had come out of the lake with pristine cleanness , having washed all of the dirt, blood and men’s touch from her milky skin that made it crawl, and she even fixed her horribly chopped hair so it actually looked somewhat stylish when it dried naturally wavy. She ignored Rick’s protests when she wanted to have time on her own by the lake nearby the prison in case the Governor came running in, but she convinced him she was okay, and she was. Katherine changed into skinny blue jeans that were slightly torn at the bottom, but were hidden by the lace up knee high boots that were wrapped around her legs, and green turtle neck covered the top half of her body. She felt better now she was completely covered up so no one was able to stare at her bare body, and because it was colder out, so she was able to wear her thick dark jacket and knitted scarf.

Katherine was now currently loading the trunk up with Malachy’s boxes, her semi-dried hair blowing around her fresh face, only lipstick and eyeliner accompanied it. All she could think about right now was what was Daryl doing, was he okay? Safe? It worried her sick to think that the man she loved had left her for a murdering brother, she didn’t know whether hate him now or just wish he’d come back.

She looked around at Beth, Carl, Axel and Carol who had just come out of the prison, looking around at the handy work that they had been doing while she was away doing her own thing, and the prison didn’t look like a home anymore: shielded up with metal plates, barbed wire and faces of wooden crates as some sort of protection. They actually looked content, happy with what they had and Katherine should have been too, but she didn’t have her brother, and she didn’t have her boyfriend.

“Do you need help?” Carl asked, coming over to Katherine just as she slammed the trunk down of the Impala. “I can lift some boxes,”

“Don’t worry your pretty head apache, I’m going to put these two in the backseat, where’s the babby?”

“Inside with Maggie, she’s been crying since you guys left, I-I think she wants-“

“Her mum?”

“You,” Carl gave her a heart-warming smile and Katherine crossed her arms over her thick jacket that kept her warm during the afternoon as she looked down at Rick’s son, hair beginning to grow over his hazily green eyes. “Hershel wants to do a service later on for Malachy, get everybody to say-“ Katherine felt an impact hit her, something slicing through her skin in slow motion and she let out a yell as she felt to the ground, Carl covering her as numerous gun shots echoed around them.

“Everybody get down! Katherine!” Shouting was heard around, and Katherine opened her eyes slowly, seeing Carl in a blur above her, holding onto her hip with a clamped pressure. She looked down, seeing blood staining her sweater and then sat up when she realized that they were being attacked, and Hershel and Rick were out in the field.

“You’re bleeding Katherine, we need to get inside,”

“Shit,” Katherine whispered, bullets whizzing past them and she hoisted herself up, dragging Carl behind her car so she could lean against it as she pulled out her revolver. “Can you see what’s going on?” She asked, feeling the burning sensation pool around her stomach while Carl looked over the car, and was shooting back to whoever it was.

“It’s got to be the Governor; we need to get you back inside,”

“Nu-uh, your da and Hershel are out there, I need to get them and you need to keep to the sides with the others,”

“You’ve been shot!”

“I’m fine, trust me, I’m a doctor,” Katherine winked, lifting herself up and slowly opening the driver’s side so she could slip in, and keep her head down, turning the engine over. She watched through the rear view mirror, Carol grabbing Carl and they headed for a secure place by the tower where Beth was shooting and knocked down a sniper and suddenly a truck headed for the fence. “Hell no,” She whispered, and the white truck rammed down the gates, and parked itself in the field were the back slowly dropped down, and about twenty walkers streamed out. “Fucking hell no,” That’s when she stepped on the peddle.

Notes

Comments

Hi everyone! My account was deactivated so I have opened a new account on Mibba and will be posting the remastered version very soon! I have had a very tough year so I hope you guys understand that I've been too busy to write etc But my new years resolution is start again so I hope you guys will like it! The link is here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/614421/Its-the-End-of-the-World-Didnt-You-Get-the-Memo/


dragoncake dragoncake
1/14/17

@hoanie

Thankyou!
There were a lot of different responses when it was first posted about having the main characters that were Irish. Some people can't take new ideas! :)

I'm only on chapter 4 but this is excellent! I'm from Kentucky in the foothills of Appalachian mountains. I love that you have Irish main characters! But ill let you know what I think as soon as I'm done reading all of it. I'm a huge fan of Daryl Dixon and the walking dead series. 10/10 from me :)

hoanie hoanie
9/9/14

@cocaineinwonderland
If people are going to complain about that, then why are they reading the story? (I never get stuff like that, you're not forced to read it or anything). Anyways I love your character(s) and it's nice to read about people who aren't American, especially the 'how they got to America' bit cause its nearly always different.
I'm English too but I don't attempt to write to the American time zones, gives them something to wake up to I suppose! Thanks for agreeing to take a read :)

@chroniclesofcharnia

I know, it's just a lot of people have been complaining about how she's not like the other characters in people's stories. I make my characters realistic to a T, and a lot of people don't approve that Katherine can't get pregnant, isn't American, isn't all puppy dog in love with Daryl, etc. I wanted her as different as I could possibly make her and some people love it more than hate it so I'm cool with that :) I'm glad you are enjoying the story, I do try and update within the times of American readers as well considering I'm in England aha. That's what I used to do, I would sit up until 4 in the morning (when I knew it was American time) and watch the episode to get to writing it. I'd love to read what you've written, I'll get right on it :D