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( chapter five ! ) - 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬
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It was a miracle she didn't run into Hershel when she came back to the farm.
If he saw the blood splatters on her face and her shaky hands, he would have killed her himself. It was something Robin didn't think of until she caught sight of Maggie in the kitchen, looking at her older sister through the window—she looked like she had seen a ghost.
As soon as Robin entered the house, Maggie was on her, following her up the stairs and through Robin's room into her bathroom. She prepped her bow against the wall beside her sink before she peeled her shirt off her body. Blood clung to it as well.
"What happened?" Maggie asked, flabbergasted and nervous.
Robin scoffed slightly, tossing her shirt into the laundry bin in the corner of the room. She bent down to get a towel from underneath the sink, which she held under the water until it had soaked up enough of it. Her face scrunched up as she dragged the rough fabric across her collar, staining it with crimson blood.
"Daryl's wrong, that's what happened," she murmured, keeping her eyes on her own reflection. "I saw some Walkers."
Immediately, Maggie's eyes widened. "Are you okay?"
Robin nodded. She held the towel under the water again. "I am, yes. Those Walkers, not so much."
A small grin unfolded on her face as she said that while her sister's face fell even more. She stepped closer, giving Robin no choice but to look at her, even if only through the mirror. "You killed them?"
"They were already dead," Robin replied.
She moved the towel across her throat and then began rubbing the blood off of her face. Maggie shook her head. She set her jaw. "Is that what you think about Shawn, too? About my mom? That they're dead?"
Robin's heart ached. She stopped all her movements for an instant. "Yes."
It wasn't her opinion, it was a fact. Those monsters just wore the faces of the people they used to love, but it wasn't them anymore. Walkers were violent creatures. If it was still Shawn inside the body that looked like him that roamed around the barn aimlessly, he wouldn't try to hurt anyone. And as much as it hurt Robin to think that he was dead, it was just what it was.
