His Everything

Chapter Seven

        No one slept that night, people either cried or helped clean everything up. Eventually the sun rose, as if nothing had happened the night before. Daryl was using a pickaxe to make sure they were really dead. Glenn, T-dog, and I were throwing the bodies in a fire we had started when everything calmed down.

   "She still won't move?" Rick asked looking over at Andrea who was still sitting over Amy, it was only a matter of time before Amy turned. I threw in a body, and walked over to Rick, Shane, and Lori.

   "She won't even talk to us. She's been there all night. What do we do?" Lori asked.

   "She just lost her sister. You leave her alone that's what you do, if you try to do anything she'll snap," I say. I knew what she was feeling. If Rick died last night, I would be right where Andrea  was.

   "Can't just leave Amy like that. We need to deal with it same as the others." Shane ignored me.

   "I'm telling you, don't push her," I warned.

   "I'll tell her how it is," Rick told me softly. I just shook my head at him. As Rick went to comfort Andrea, she pulled a gun on him. I shook my head again, I knew it.

   "I know how the safety works," She threatened. Rick apologized and backed up slowly.

   "I told you," I said. Rick looks at me and nods.

   Later, everyone takes a break from cleaning up, drinking water, wishing they had food.

   "Y'all can't be serious. Letting that girl hamstring us? The Dead girl's a time bomb," Daryl retorted throwing his arm to point at Andrea.

   "What do you suggest?" Rick asked him.

   "Take the shot," Daryl started then with his hand in the shape of a gun pointed at his temple. "Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey in between the eyes from this distance," He finished.

   "She just lost her sister. One, have some respect for the dead. Two, I would shoot you if you tried to do it, and I'm not even her sister." I snapped at them both and stormed away. I stayed close to camp, but I couldn't be near them anymore... that was until I had heard Jacqui yelling  that someone was bit.

   "I'm okay, I'm okay," Jim said defeatedly as Jacqui was backing away from him. Daryl, T-dog, and Shane, all cornered him. Jim picked up a shovel and started swinging it.

   "Jim, put it down. Put it down," Shane kept telling him, when he didn't listen, T-dog grabbed him from behind making him drop the shovel. Daryl walks up to him and lifts his shirt to reveal a deep bite on his just below his ribcage.

   "I say we put a pickaxe in his head and the dead girls and be done with it." Daryl said harshly as we were all standing in a circle a little way away from Jim.

   "Is that what you'd want if it were you?" Shane challenged.

   "Yeah, and I'd thank you while you did it," Daryl replied.

   "I hate to say it... I never thought I would but maybe Daryl's right," Dale said hesitantly.

   "He isn't a rabid dog we need to put down Dale," I snap at him, but also glaring at Daryl.

   "I'm not suggesting-" Dale started

   "He's sick. A sick man. We start down that road, where do we draw the line?" Rick asked.

   "The line is pretty clear. Zero tolerance for Walkers, or them to be," Daryl stated.

   "What if we can get him help? I heard the C.D.C was working on a cure," Rick said looking at all of us.