Edge of the End
In an instant Rick was experiencing a blinding hot sensation in the pit of his back. He gasped, his hand clenched around his gun, dropping to the ground. Pain like he had never felt before welled up inside him and he continued to gasp for breath. He thought of Lori, he thought of Carl, knowing he was never going to see them again. He was dying there was no other word for it. He heard Shane scream to him trying to keep him awake, heard him beg him to think of Lori and Carl and even himself. He thought of Shane, he thought how sorry he was that he wouldnt see his best friend again and then the darkness took him.
Light began to filter in his face and he looked up, opening his eyes. There was no way of telling how much time had passed, he looked around the area confused and bombarded with a blinding headache. He looked around in a familiar room. His bedroom. His bedroom with Lori. He was alive, he had to be. If this was hell then he wouldn’t be at home. He had a chance, a chance to fix things with his wife, a chance to try again. All he wanted was that chance.
“L...L...Lo-...ri...” He called out loudly, his voice hoarse from disuse. His cry was fragmented, he was fragmented.
