rag doll | TWD

[26] isolation

bad medicine --- bon jovi

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[JJ]

Our jokes didn't last long. Rick and I rushed to the cellblock hearing of something that had happened to our people. When we arrived, the scene before us was grim. Tyreese stood by the remains of Karen and David, their bodies charred and lifeless. The unmistakable smell of burnt flesh filled the air. It was clear someone had burned them alive.

Daryl and Carol arrived shortly after, their faces reflecting the shock we all felt.

Rick's voice was tense as he approached Tyreese. "You found them like this?"

Tyreese answered softly, "I came to see Karen...then I saw the blood on the floor. Then, I smelled them." He started to yell, "Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire. They killed them and set them on fire!" He made a step towards Rick. "You're a cop. You find out who did this and you bring 'em to me. You understand? You bring 'em to me...I need to say it again?"

Rick spoke in a calming voice, "No, no. I know what you're feeling, I've been there. You say me there. It's dangerous."

Tyreese continued to shout at my brother, "Karen didn't deserve this. David didn't deserve it. Nobody does."

"Alright, man, just..."

Daryl's voice was firm as he tried to calm Tyreese, but his attempt to diffuse the situation only escalated it. Tyreese's frustration boiled over, and he shoved Daryl up against the fence, gripping him by the collar of his vest. "Man, I ain't going nowhere till I find out who did this!"

Rick, Carol, and I instinctively stepped forward. Didn't really know what we were thinking-- man's is like four times our size. He could accidentally step on me and not realize it. Daryl stopped us from doing anything, though. Pretty sure it wasn't for Tyreese's sake either.

"We're on the same side, man." Daryl quietly told him.

"Hey, look, I know what you're going through. We've all lost someone. We know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down."

Tyreese let go of Daryl and went after Rick, pushing him hardly. "You stay the hell back."

"She wouldn't want you bein' like this." The comment struck a nerve. Tyreese's anger flared uncontrollably. In a swift, violent motion, he punched Rick square in the jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. Tyreese followed through with every punch he threw after.

"You need to stop!" I shouted, grabbing the back of Tyreese's shirt in a desperate attempt to pull him off my brother. When I tell you I felt the fear of God when that man turned around...my life flashed before my eyes.

Daryl grabbed his arm, pulling Tyreese's attention off me, "That's enough. That's enough."

Rick, driven by rage, threw punch after punch at Tyreese. His blows were relentless, more damaging than Tyreese's initial attack. "Rick, stop!" Daryl shouted, trying to pull him off.

"Let go of me!" My brother shouted, "Let go of me!"

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[POV]

Hershel, Michonne, Daryl, Glenn, and Carol gathered as the council members who had been exposed. The outbreak had gotten to Sasha, leaving JJ to take her place in the guard tower.

"It's spread." Hershel told them. "Everyone who survived the attack in cell block D. Sasha, Caleb and now others."

"What do we do?" Carol questioned.