Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 83: It's not over yet.

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(6-137 AV) I was a bit quick to judge in the entry before this. Roselyn was just worried. She thought I'd kill myself, and to be fair, she wasn't far off. She kept talking to me, keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't do something stupid. Here I am now, and now we're dating.

I feel guilty. She's nice, she cares, and she's pretty, on top of a million other things. But I don't care. I still love Cory. Roselyn reminds me of her so much and I think that's why I became interested. It only took a month or two of us being together for me to realize that I'm only with Roselyn because she's the closest thing to Cory I'll ever get. She's holding me together right now.

What the hell would I do if Cory came back now? She'd hate me. I promised her I'd love her when she came home. I still do, but there's no doubt in my mind she'd find it hard to believe me. I shouldn't have asked Roselyn out. It's not right for me to act like I love her when I don't.

- Shane Walsh
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We spent what felt like forever moving rock after rock off of the crushed Whisperer. He was dead for sure and had already turned by the time we got rid of the rocks around him. He was in pieces and it was disgusting as all hell, but it worked for us.

"Now what?" Magna asked me, wondering why we had spent so much time just to clear off a walker. The walker couldn't even move by this point, just growl at us and reach with its one working arm.

"We use its blood to cover our scent," I said, waiting as she translated this to Connie. They both looked disturbed by the idea, leading me to believe the group hadn't used this method since they arrived. It was gross, for sure, especially since we didn't have a sheet or coat to put over us and protect our clothes. Whatever we were wearing, it was ruined but that was much less important than us getting out alive. "We'll be able to walk with the horde and they won't smell us."

"Why don't we look for another way out first before we go down there?" she asked, looking at me like I was crazy for not considering that idea.

"Now that this place is collapsed, it might take days to clear a tunnel to the surface between just three of us. Those walkers had to have gotten in here another way, and I'm willing to bet that's our only way out ---somewhere on that lower level," I reasoned. "Either way, it's better we don't smell human. It'll keep walkers off of us a little better if we get too tired to fight."

My eyes cracked open. The sun shone in my eyes through the leaves in the tree, the branches above me failing to provide shade. I sat up, resting my back against the trunk. That alone took most of my very limited energy. My short nap, however long it had been, didn't do much to wake me up. It was hard to sleep with thousands of walkers traveling right in front of me.

I pushed myself up to my feet, barely able to keep myself standing straight. The horde had made distance since I sat down to rest but the tail-end was still passing me by as I got up, meaning I hadn't slept much. Beta was determined, that was for sure. All those walkers had been heading toward the hospital for days. Beta had to be tired, too, but he was too angry to give up now that Alpha was dead. He was wearing her face as a part of his mask. He was clearly hurt, and no wonder. He worshipped that piece of shit he called a leader.

We were near to the tower the group had sought refuge in. I could only hope they had a plan. I couldn't do much by myself to save them, not in the state I was in, but I could help in little ways. That was why I was still here, still following the horde at a distance when I had the energy to walk.