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chapter thirty-eight | the pushed buttons
LAUREL WAS WITH the group outside as Rick told them what the plan for the day was. He explained where their vehicles needed to be and they can load up the corpses that littered the field and burn them.
The brunette rested her hands on her hips, as T-Dog commented it was going to be a long day.
"Just like every day," she shrugged and he huffed, "no kidding."
"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help," Carol wondered.
Daryl pointed upwards, "up in the guard tower."
Laurel smirked as Rick asked, "guard tower? they were just up there last night."
Daryl yelled up for Maggie and Glenn, cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder.
They watched two heads pop up in the windows before a door swung up open. Glenn walked out, still buttoning his pants and putting his belt on with no shirt as he looked over the railing. "Hey, what's up, guys?" He yelled down.
"No shame," Laurel muttered, she and Carol shared a laugh after her comment.
"You comin'?" Daryl shouted.
"What?" Glenn didn't hear him, but Daryl's pun sent the group into giggles.
"You comin'?" The pervert repeated. Glenn sent a confused look to his girlfriend, who just finished getting changed, and peeked around the door behind him. "Come on, we could use a hand!"
"Yeah, we'll be right down."
"Sickos," Maggie whispered.
Laurel joined Carol's side as they walked with Daryl and Rick to the cars, giggling. Laurel might not have another chance at love, especially in an apocalypse, but she was glad Glenn and Maggie found each other. Love is rare, even before the end of the world, Laurel understood.
"Hey, Rick," T-Dog called out gesturing to the two prisoners at the gates across their field. Rick's smile dropped, "Come with me," he ordered and they followed him up the small hill.
Laurel's smile dropped as well, the happy moment over as things got serious again. A thick tension, like a blanket, came over the group.
"That's close enough," Rick frowned, "we had an agreement."
"Please, mister," Axel begged with his arms crossed just as Maggie and Glenn came out from the tower, "we know that. We made a deal. But you gotta understand... we can't live in that place another minute. All the bodies— people we knew. Blood, brains everywhere. There's ghosts."
Laurel felt sympathetic, knowing, and first-hand understanding what he meant. But she didn't let it show.
"Why don't you move the bodies out? You should be burning 'em," Daryl advised.
