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Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
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"Disoriented. I guess that comes closest. Disoriented. Fear, confusion... all those things but... disoriented comes closest." Rick explains how he felt when he woke up to find the world in an apocalypse.
Rosanna sits around the fire with the rest of the group. She sat next to Glenn who gave her a smile. Archer came and sat down on her opposite side, leaving her in between the two.
The group discusses Rick and his story. When there was a moment to break, she nudges Glenn. "Can we talk for a minute?"
He nods at her and the two stand up and walk to a quieter area away from the crowd. Archer eyes them as they walk out of sight.
"Ok... What's up?" Glenn asks, scratching his arm.
"I just wanted to apologize."
"Apologize? For what?"
She sways a little. "I'm the one who suggested we go as a group. If I hadn't, Merle wouldn't have been left behind. We almost died today."
Glenn gently puts his hand on the side of her face. "That wasn't your fault. Plus, look at the bright side. We found Rick and he reunited with his family. That has to mean something."
Rosanna puts her hand on top of Glenn's, still carefully holding her face. "Of course it means something. I just... think about Daryl. What happens when he gets back and realizes his brother is gone. He shouldn't have to go through that. No one should."
She gets emotional at that. She thinks of Bellamy. She can only hope that he's still alive out there, along with her mother and father. It's been a few weeks since their separation. Every day she slowly loses hope of finding them.
Glenn pulls her in for a hug. "It'll be okay."
As they walk back toward the group, they hear a commotion. Shane is all up in Ed's face talking about keeping the embers low, as to not catch attention.
Rosanna makes eye contact with Carol who is letting the scene play out. She gently shakes her head at the girl before apologizing to the group.
Rose walks back over to her seat next to Archer and sighs. He looks at her, eyes blank.
"What'd y'all talk about?" He asks.
She speaks softly. "Merle."
He hums a moment. "That's it?"
She looks at him, confused. "Yes. That's it. Why do you care?"
He rolls his eyes and stands up. "I don't care. Do what you want." He stomps off, huffing as he goes, catching the attention of the group who is now silent.
Her mouth drops a little and she looks around at the group, hoping they might understand why he was acting like that. Nobody says anything.
"Sorry. I don't know what that was about." She says gently.
She makes eye contact with Glenn who mouths 'you okay?'. She nods.
After a moment Dale speaks. "Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind."

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Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)
Fanfictionde·struc·tion: the action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired. When the apocalypse started, college-student Rosanna Blake was on vacation in Atlanta with her family. After a supply run go...