𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒, the walking dead (rewrite)

05. We don't kill the living.¹

Genesis

[Season 1—episode 5]
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           EVER SINCE SHE WAS a kid, Melissa couldn't get herself to be still. If she was angry, then she had to do something, running, jogging, kick some things, sports were the best way to kick off the anger. And when she was sad, she liked to go and do her favorite things, hanging out with her friends, watch a comedy film, she didn't like to invest in her emotions. She just needed distractions to soothe them away.

That's what she was doing right about now.

With Amy's loss it seemed like something had cracked. She just knew more bad things were coming for them. Like the beginning of the end. It was never going to really end, was it? The loss? It would always be there, waiting for them.

Melissa wiped the sweat from her forehead with her free hand as she hesitantly walked over to Andrea. The sun was shining beautifully over them but it was such a waste for the sad atmosphere. She adjusted, very painfully, the cloth wrapped around her wrist and hand. She self-diagnosed that she had a sprained wrist, with no doctors on camp she did the best she could with the cloths.

Andrea hadn't moved from her late sister's body in the whole night. Not to drink water or wipe herself or Amy's body. Amy had released her last breath sometime in the night, flooding the camp with grief.