“Kamia, you have to eat…” I held the can of beans up to her face, the dirtied cuts along her face.

One had trailed from under her eye, crossing over her nose and into the corner of her other eye, her lips chapped and redder from the blood dripping done her lip. The eye bags under her eyes very visible, and the walker outside groaning to get in.

All she did was shake her head, the brown frizzy waves in her hair swaying around her face as she shook her head again. I felt the frown on my lips increase, her eyes wouldn’t move from the dark wooded flooring of the house we luckily found. The tears visible but only enough for me to tell she was suffering.

“…kamia, please.” I said harsher than before, sticking the beans closer to her face.

She didn’t care, she stayed still, no movement, no eye movements, just still. I groaned, my rib flaring a sharp pain up my side, and the cut along my back stung harshly now.

“Fuck me..” I muttered under my breath, I just dropped the beans, watching her flinch then act like nothing happened.

I let it go, laying down beside her and holding onto my rib, whimpering in pain, my hand gripped tightly onto my hip with my knuckles opening back up from previous attempts at hurting my own self.