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

I'm Pretty Sure All Of Us Have Murdered Someone At One Point

All Katherine could hear through her ears as she wrapped gauze around Hershel's soon to be stump was Rick talking to others about herself, her reason for killing that man and maybe it was the right thing to do. She could hear Malachy tell Rick that's he's killed people on the job, and so has he, and it didn't make them any different to Katherine. Why did she feel so worried about this? She trusted Rick to make the right decision.

Lori and Carol came back in the room with some more towels for Katherine to slow the blood down more, with his leg elevated and two small arteries stitched up, so far it wasn't making a big difference. She then heard unknown voices when the others went away from the cell, most likely survivors, but at that particular moment, she didn't really care.

“How's he holding up?” Lori questioned as they knelt down beside her, Katherine putting the ear buds in of her stethoscope and moving the disc around on his chest.

“Weak pulse, nice heartbeat, I'm surprised I have to say,” Katherine replied to her, taking out the ear buds and Lori gave her a small half smile. “He’s doing good for someone who just had his leg hacked off,”

“How're you holding up?” The pregnant woman repeated again after a few moments of silence.

“If I scared you guys, I'm sorry-”

“You haven't,” Carol told her with reassuring grey eyes, Katherine running a hand through her chocolate locks. “Are you worried that we're getting rid of you?”

“Yeah,” She chuckled. “I killed my dad before he even turned and I killed a seventeen year old murderer, do you want someone like that here?” Katherine questioned her quizzically.

“You took us in; you've given us food, medicine, clothes. You and your brother saved us Katherine, you belong here,” Carol told her firmly, Lori smiling behind her and Katherine let out a tearful smile.

“We can take over if you like, give you a break,”

“Sure, gloves in the box,” Katherine told her tiredly, getting up from the ground and her knees cracked lightly, making the other two women cringe at the loud sound. She exited the cell, pulling the gloves off roughly and tossing them on the ground, kicking one of the empty cleaning buckets over before coming face to chest with Carl.

“Alright Kathy?” Carl asked her, tipping his hat to her.

“Exhausted thanks honey,” Katherine replied, a little sarcastic but Carl ignored it.

“You saved Hershel; you don't need to feel bad,” He told her with a sympathetic look and she shook her head, hair falling across her shoulders.

“I'll stop feeling bad when he's hopping around on one leg,” Katherine snapped, instantly regretting it. “Sorry Carl, I'm going to get some fresh air,” She exited the cell block as quickly as could, feeling dizzy and sick. Once she was in the fresh air, she could see a group of figures in front of her, but she couldn't make any faces out as she fell to her knees and vomited violently.

'”Doctor McKinney, I need you to make a decision,” The man wrapped up in sterile, blue scrubs told her as her hands wrapped around the needle and clamp. “Are you going to release the clamp or not?” She turned her head to the older resident beside her, his eyes peering above his mask, nodding for her to continue.

“Yes,” The brunette released the clamp, blood instantly spurting through the messy stitching.
“He's bleeding out, braying down!”


“Kathy!” Katherine could hear her brother's voice, and managed to look up at him through her distorted vision. She felt herself being pulled up from the ground by two other bodies, but she lashed out, pushing them off at her as she bent down, gasping through sweat.

“I’m fine” She whispered, leaning against the metallic alley way that protected the door of the cell block.

“Is she infected too?” Katherine didn't recognise that voice, making her look up in the direction of it, seeing a man spotted with random tattoos and long hair looking at her with a wild look.

“No,” Daryl's gruff voice answered and Katherine wiped her mouth clean, looking up at the group standing around her.

“What the fuck are you all looking at?” She answered angrily, her accent thicker now with everybody's eyes on her once again, and making her feel like they were burning holes through her face. “You never saw a woman be sick or summin'?”

“Haven't seen a woman in a while period,” The long haired dude replied, looking her up and down again and Katherine stood up more confidently, taking out the gun from her waistband and pointing it at him.

“You look at me like that again, I'll put this glock in your mouth, and I'll make a brain slushie, you got me?” She asked, her teeth bearing at him.

“Feisty,” He chuckled, making her brother bring his attention to the two of them.

“Oi,” Malachy snapped, shoving him away from Katherine. “I suggest you back off,”

“Girlfriend is she?”

“Sister,” Malachy growled thickly and Katherine lowered her gun, Rick approaching her carefully.

“Are you alright?” He asked her as she ran her hands over her face.

“Talking about that guy makes me sick, I have tried Rick, I just feel like throwing myself into the sun right now,” Katherine mumbled incoherently and Rick wrapped his arms around her, his frame towering over hers.

“Go back inside, keep an eye on Carl, and don’t worry about it okay? We've all done bad things, but it doesn't make you a bad person. We're getting these guys a cell block, but I'm not sure I trust them to be here full stop,” Rick informed her as she pulled away when Daryl made eyes with her. “Go rest up Miss Impala, you earned it,”

“Make sure my brother doesn’t kill one of them okay? Daryl too for that matter,” Katherine whispered, looking over to them and giving them a small smile, but then narrowing her snake like eyes at the surviving prisoners. “Be safe,”

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

Katherine sat outside Hershel’s cell, watching Maggie kneel beside him and cry silently as she heard T-Dog and Carl start storing up the bags and cans of food that the small group had found in the cafeteria. Rick explained that they had taken half of the cafeteria food, the other half going to five prisoners called Tomas, Big Tiny, Andrew, Oscar and Axel. Malachy had eyes on them like a hawk; he knew what guys like them were capable of so he and Rick were on top priority to clear out the cell block. They organized the prisoners with close combat weapons, ready to clear out the blocks and Katherine told Malachy that if they don’t cooperate, then do whatever is needed.

Watching Maggie cry over a handcuffed Hershel made Katherine slowly think back to when her mother was lying in a hospital bed, watching as heart tumors slowly pulled her life out from her. Drinking and taking overdoses of stress medication made Maebh McKinney’s heart weak, and the only person to watch her die a slow and painful death was her daughter at thirteen years old. Malachy was in Iraq and her father was in the pub with Aunt Pol. Once again.

“Hey, where have you been kid?” Katherine asked when she saw Carl shut the barred gate, holding a duffle bag and his silencer in the other.

“You didn’t even notice I was gone?” Carl teased, gesturing for her to follow him back into Hershel’s cell; Maggie and Beth now finished having a privet moment with him, Lori, Carol and Glenn joining them.

“Thought you were organizing the food,” Glenn stated at the start of Carl, and he grinned away happily.

“Even better! Check it out!” He dropped the bag in front of the young doctor and she zipped it open, gasping at the numerous amounts of medical supplies that lay between the material of the bag. “I cleared out the infirmary,”

“Carl!” Katherine squeaked happily, bending down and kissing his cheek, leaving a cherry red stain before scooting between Lori and Carol so she could take the fresh packed sterile gauze, taking away the already bloodied towels from Hershel’s leg and then wrapping it. “I’ll have to reorganize everything, make the infirmary a proper clinic y’know?” Katherine informed, ecstatic but Lori was beyond pissed.

“You went by yourself?” His mother exclaimed angrily, Carl’s smile faltering along with Katherine’s.

“Yeah,” Maggie and Lori both looked at him with shocked expressions, Katherine looking up in surprise as well.

“Are you crazy??”

“No big deal, I killed two walkers!” Carl replied, his arms flailing.

“Alright,” Lori pointed at Hershel. “Do you see this? This was with the whole group!”

“We needed supplies, so I got them!”

“Carl, calm down,” Katherine turned to him, pressing her hands on his shoulders as she crouched in front of him. “You did an amazing thing, a brave thing, but next time; tell me or one of the others to come with you, okay?” Carl scoffed, turning on his heel and went off running down the cells.

Katherine looked back at Lori apologetically, which she shrugged off sadly and helped wrapping the gauze around his leg. “These should prevent infection, but there should be a couple of tetanus and shots in there, that will help,”

“You’ve saved him, that’s enough for me,” Maggie told her with a crumbled smile, reaching out and placing a small hand on her forearm, tips of her nails brushing the violent scarring. “Thank you,”

“Don’t thank me, I’m a doctor, it’s kind of in the job description,” Katherine chuckled, Beth passing her the stethoscope she gestured for and placed the disc on his chest to hear how his heart was doing again. But a sound wasn’t made. “Fuckity fuck!” She shouted, jumping up pressing her hands to the middle of his chest.

“What’s happening?” Beth cried, everyone getting up from the ground.

“He’s arrested, Lori, get me the syringe on the window ceil, Carol pace me the tube kit, you’ll know it when you see it,” Katherine ordered them. “I need the rest of you to get out,” She told them in the politest way she could and Glenn brought the two girls away from Hershel.

“Here,” Lori passed the syringe with shaky hands and Katherine injected it into the bag that was hooked up on the metal bed post.

“Is this it?” Carol stuttered and she nodded.

“Take over CPR,” Katherine told Lori, complying quickly as she violently tore off the wrapping and pulled out the laryngoscope and ET tube to Herhsel’s mouth.

“What are you doing to him?” Maggie cried over Glenn’s shoulder.

“Putting a tube in his mouth to help him breath, this is the last tube I have,” Katherine told them with a deadly serious look before looking at the scope, guiding the tube down his throat.

”Dammit, I can’t see the cords! McKinney, what the hell did you do? He’s tachycardic, we’re going to lose him!”’

“I see the cords-got it!” She exclaimed, pulling the scope away and grabbing the bag, clicking it onto the tube and squeezing it in a rhythm. “Pulse?”

“Nothing,” Carol told her, her fingers pressed on his wrists.

“Keep going,” Katherine told Lori, looking over to Maggie and Beth at the cell door. “Girls, you need to tell me now, if we keep going, and no change happens, I’m going to have to stop,”

“You can’t stop!” Beth cried and Katherine sighed, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“I don’t have paddles, nothing to shock his heart. I’ve given him all of my resources so I need to know, do you want me to stop now?” Katherine questioned, looking down at the dying, if not already dead man in front of her. “Baby I gotta’ know,”

“No, keep going!” Beth continued to cry as her sister stood in shock beside her.

’”What are you going to do McKinney, make the call!’”

“Maggie,” Katherine repeated her eyes intense on the farmer girl’s greenish brown ones. Maggie didn’t answer her; it was like she was frozen in time, watching on through glass. “How long?” Carol looked down at her watch.

“Seven minutes at least,”

”He was dead from the moment he was put on the table’”

“Alright, time of death-“

“Argh!” Lori let out a yell when a hand clamped around her wrist, shocking everyone in the room and Carol pulled Lori away from Hershel, whose free hand was hooked onto hers for dear life.

“Hershel, look at me, calm down!” Katherine almost shouted, pushing down his shoulders so he’d lay flat on the bed, the girls and Glenn all gasped in relief, smiling away through their feared expressions. “You’ve got a tube in your throat to help you breath, I’m going to take it out, but you’re going to have to cough on the count of three, blink if you understand,” Katherine explained to him and he blinked tiredly. She took the bag off the tube and held it steadily. “One, two, three-“ Hershel let out a hacking cough as she pulled the tube out of his throat, tossing it into the waste basket that had been placed in the corner. Hershel soon fell back to sleep, and Katherine felt a strong heartbeat when she checked his chest again.

“What a tough son of a bitch,” Glenn commented, his arms wrapped around his girlfriend shoulders as they crowded around him again, Katherine leaving the top side of the bed and heading out of the cell, half satisfied with the work she had made. “Katherine-“

“Don’t thank me Glenn,” Katherine brushed him off, passing by the men that had arrived back through the door, ignoring them too.

“He’s not…?” Rick trailed off, making Katherine look at him.

“He’s not, but he almost was. I was going to call it,” She admitted, clicking her tongue aimlessly.

“But he came back?”

“I must have God’s hands,” Katherine forcefully joked, T-Dog and Daryl giving her a wavered smile. “Carl is upstairs, he got into a spat with Lori, I’m going outside, I’ve been cooped up in here all day I might actually go crazy,” She laughed and said a small goodbye to the group before departing from the cell block.

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