𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

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𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚝 ; 𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴

It had been a few days since Beths passing. Anka didn't say a word to anyone. Anka couldn't face really anyone. She'd been avoiding Maggie and Glenn like the Plague, she acted like Daryl was invisible and she spoke the bare minimum to everyone else. The only person she spoke to was Vella, who surprisingly survived with Michonne during everyone's split up. Anka stuck close by to Tyreese, since he had been taking care of Lizzie and Mika. They had stayed behind with Carol since they've grown a liking to her as well. They bought Noah home as a last wish for Beth. When they arrived it was far from good. Before the group did anything, Anka sent Vella into the air, in which Vella called out. She glanced at Rick, shaking her head no. Noah started panicking, climbing over the wall, running around the place with the dead bodies on the ground and a few walkers in the streets. They pitied the boy, but at this moment, Anka wasn't very good at consoling people.

They had hoped that it would still be here. Anka knew it wouldn't be. Good things don't last. It wasn't going to last. As the rest of them walked around the place, Anka stayed with Tyreese and Noah, who was crying in the cemented road. Noah stood to his feet, glancing at a house from afar before he began sprinting after it. Ankas eyebrows furrowed, while she chased after the two. She assumed it was his house. He wanted in, so that's what she'd do. She knocked on the the glass door, nothing but silence. So she put her hand on the handle pulling the door open. Walking inside with her arrow in her hand. Anka had been waiting for something to pop up around the corner, but it was empty. She stayed still, looking at the mirror above the wall.

She just stared at herself . She looked like a mess. Her hair was greasy, She definitely smelled, She had cuts all over her face, dark bags under her eyes. She had a lot of shit on her shoulders. Anger and pain, guilt every fucking thing was a tipping point for her. What made it worse was when she started hearing the groaning and yelling of Tyreese from down the hall. Anka dazed back in, running down the hallway after Noah who stood above the walkers corpse. She looked down at Tyreese, her heart pounding once again. She shook her head. Crawling down towards him. Anka laid him in the floor, stretching his arm out. "Trust me Tyreese. Just— it's going to hurt!"

Anka yelled grabbing the machete that laid on the ground. Anka began hacking away at his arm, the same sight going through her mind until his entire arm was off. She hated this. It gave too much flashbacks. She held his arm up, keeping it hovered so less blood escapes. She pulled her shirt over her head, wrapping it tightly against his arm. "Tyreese? Tyreese! No, no, no! This can't be happening! Open your eyes you son of a bitch!"

Anka felt herself starting to cry, tapping his face while she tried her best to pick him up to his feet. She managed to lift him up, adjusting herself while Noah was searching for the rest of them. She carried him out of the house, having to kick the walker in the stomach before stomping its head in. The most she's gotten which was probably only 15 feet away from the house. She dropped to the ground, emotional and sore. Anka put Tyreese head on her lap, wrapping more clothes against his new snub, while she waited for the others to arrive. "I cant even face Maggie, how am I going to face Sasha. Tyreese! Stay awake. Please. I'm begging you."