Just a little headcanon ficlet
Characters: Everyone
Date/Time: N/A, early morning
Setting: Latest camp
Summary: There's a cold bug been going around, and some bodies just aren't strong enough to fight it.
Rating: PG
Status: Ficlet. Closed.
Warnings: Character death, course language.
When the world went to shit and corpses started getting up and walking around, the last thing people worried about were silly things like the cold virus. So when Glenn started coughing and talking of a blocked nose and a sore throat, everyone in the camp started taking precautions. It was inevitable, the virus would eventually spread through them all, but they did what they could to keep the kids from getting infected. Judith, Emma and Zak were still all young and their immune systems weren't as good as the adults.
Judith suffered through it for five days before she woke up on the sixth right as rain, Emma somehow managed to avoid it entirely. Daryl, who had also managed to go without catching the bug, claimed that it was because viruses were just too damn scared of the Dixon genetics, said he and Merle had barely ever gotten sick. Izaak however copped the worst of it.
After two weeks of the nine-year-old coughing and spluttering and just generally being miserable, even Hershal had started to really worry. Upon listening to his lungs, he decided that pneumonia was set in. They were out of anti-biotics and without medical treatment, Zak's body was alone in fighting off the infection. All his worried parents could do was keep him warm, fed and hydrated and hope to god he was strong enough.
It had been a week on top of that and Izaak wasn't showing any signs of improvement. Charli had dozed off in the bed beside the sleeping boy -it seemed that was all Zak did these days, when he wasn't awake and crying about how he couldn't breathe properly-.
She didn't know what it was. Motherly instinct maybe? But she woke with a start and turned towards her son. Her paler than normal son who didn't seem to be breathing. "Zak? Baby, wake up?" Charli shook his shoulder gently, but the boy didn't stir. Placing her ear to his chest, her own tightened and she suddenly felt nauseous. "Zak? Zak! Izaak!
"SHANE!"
Date/Time: N/A, early morning
Setting: Latest camp
Summary: There's a cold bug been going around, and some bodies just aren't strong enough to fight it.
Rating: PG
Status: Ficlet. Closed.
Warnings: Character death, course language.
When the world went to shit and corpses started getting up and walking around, the last thing people worried about were silly things like the cold virus. So when Glenn started coughing and talking of a blocked nose and a sore throat, everyone in the camp started taking precautions. It was inevitable, the virus would eventually spread through them all, but they did what they could to keep the kids from getting infected. Judith, Emma and Zak were still all young and their immune systems weren't as good as the adults.
Judith suffered through it for five days before she woke up on the sixth right as rain, Emma somehow managed to avoid it entirely. Daryl, who had also managed to go without catching the bug, claimed that it was because viruses were just too damn scared of the Dixon genetics, said he and Merle had barely ever gotten sick. Izaak however copped the worst of it.
After two weeks of the nine-year-old coughing and spluttering and just generally being miserable, even Hershal had started to really worry. Upon listening to his lungs, he decided that pneumonia was set in. They were out of anti-biotics and without medical treatment, Zak's body was alone in fighting off the infection. All his worried parents could do was keep him warm, fed and hydrated and hope to god he was strong enough.
It had been a week on top of that and Izaak wasn't showing any signs of improvement. Charli had dozed off in the bed beside the sleeping boy -it seemed that was all Zak did these days, when he wasn't awake and crying about how he couldn't breathe properly-.
She didn't know what it was. Motherly instinct maybe? But she woke with a start and turned towards her son. Her paler than normal son who didn't seem to be breathing. "Zak? Baby, wake up?" Charli shook his shoulder gently, but the boy didn't stir. Placing her ear to his chest, her own tightened and she suddenly felt nauseous. "Zak? Zak! Izaak!
"SHANE!"