"She was like a new light. A new beginning. A new end." - Rick Grimes.
This story is about Bella Sinclair and her journey through the new world of the dead. A story of hope, of justice, of family and most importantly, of love. It focuses on a simil...
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The point of my dagger carved into the edge of the table, as I sat slouching, thinking, linking, who would do this?
"So let me get this right,-" Gavin sighed with his arms folded, watching Siddiq rather intensely to say the very least. "-you're telling us this was an accident?"
Siddiq had been summoned out here by Rick, although I know he would have come regardless. His medical abilities were vast and although performing an autopsy was not one of his specialties, there was plenty he knew and was still learning.
"I know it's not what you wanted to hear- or at least it can be hard to accept in the world we live in... that accidents still happen." His eyes trailed to mine for a second, as we both thought of Carl in the moment. "This is just the conclusion I have made from what I know."
As the boys continued to speak between themselves, I pulled back Sidney's dark blonde hair... and there it is.
"What're you sayin'- that this was some damn suicide? Sid wouldn't leave his family to deal with this shit—"
"He was murdered." I stated, breaking both of them from their heated verbal game of ping pong.
Siddiq instantly moved beside me and took over from what I had found. "Oh my god..."
"Someone stabbed him with a small, sharp instrument, right where they thought it couldn't be found. They stabbed him through his eardrum. They wanted to lead us astray." I explained, recognising the mechanics of the operation from a past life.
"Who would- Sid is- he was kind. He was a friend to everyone here. Who the hell would do this?" Gavin questioned in disbelief.
"This was calculated- it was meditated. To pierce the brain at such a precise point- that takes a lot of skill." Siddiq explained.
"Meaning it was more than likely someone he knew." I concluded.
I sighed, leaning back into the chair and looking towards the broken window on the far side of the room. These are my people, my responsibility. I never expected to care for them as much as I do, some of them had even become family to me. They adapted, they changed, majority of them helped us to win the war. They had built lives, good lives, for themselves and the people around them, but they were still targets. They were still looked down upon. Which is why what we had discovered needed to be kept to ourselves until we had worked out who was behind it.
"Sidney was murdered." I stated after a few brisk steps.
Daryl took a moment to mull over my words, a frown growing tighter on his face before he looked to me. "How?"
"A precise stab wound through the ear drum- cold and calculated."
"Set up to look like some sorta accident." Daryl continued in a gruff tone.
