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The apocalypse wasn't easy for anyone. Maybe some knew how to survive more so...
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Jenny sat on the hood of the Impala. She was watching Sam and Dean from afar, burning the bodies and checking them for supplies. They hadn’t spoken to her since she had returned. Dean was angry, but after seeing the state she was in he couldn’t help it.
Dean walked over to Jenny meeting her gaze before he turned, leaning on the Impala beside her. There was silence while he itched the corners of his mouth, his stubble growing out, and Jenny wondered what her brother would look like with a beard.
“You okay?” Dean asked in his deep gravelly voice. He didn’t look at Jenny, he didn’t need to.
“Do you think Cass is still out there?” She asked, changing the subject, “I hear you talk to him.” She said and Dean straightened up, clearing his throat.
“Yeah, yeah I do, Jyn.” Dean said and reached out, patting her knee.
“Then I’m okay.” Jenny breathed and slid off the hood, standing beside Dean, “I’m sorry for leaving without telling you.” She admitted.
“Since when is communication our forte?” Dean said and Jenny chuckled, nodding. The two looked over the camp, bodies had been burned but Andrea wouldn’t let anyone near her sister Amy.
Sam knelt beside Andrea but she didn’t look away from the sickly grey face of Amy, “I'm so sorry. She's gone. You got to let us take her” Sam spoke softly, “We all cared about her and I promise we'll be as gentle as we can.”
The survivors of the attack started to clear the camp, burning the walker bodies and burying the dead from their group. Daryl swung at dead walkers' heads with a pickaxe as Glenn and T-Dog threw bodies in a fire.
“She still won't move?” Rick asked as Sam approached them shaking his head.
“She won't even talk to us. She's been there all night. What do we do?” Lori asked as Shane shifted his weight.
“Can't just leave Amy like that. We need to deal with it same as the others.” Shane said and Sam sighed, looking over at Dean and Jenny. He knew that they were in danger as long as Amy’s brain remained intact.
“I'll tell her how it is.” Rick said and turned, his boots crunching as he approached Andrea. Hearing Rick Andrea whirled, pulling a gun on the sheriff.
“I know how the safety works.” Andrea spoke. Her voice wad deep and horse from her sobbing
Rick raised his hands in submission and slowly backed away, “All right. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” Rick spoke quietly.
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“Y'all can't be serious. Let that girl hamstring us?” Daryl growled as Jenny, Sam and Dean gathered around Rick. “The dead girl's a time bomb.” He hissed, pointing.
