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THE NEXT MORNING JULIETTE was told by Glenn that Carl was still pulling through, thanks to the help of the Greene's. He had woken up. With that being said, Carl was pretty much well enough to be fine without any medical attention. Which also means . . . they didn't have much of a reason to stay on the farm.
Obviously, they had a good reason to stay. They didn't want to die a terrible death out there that consisted of getting eaten by dead people. But, did the Greene's see it that way? For all Juliette knew, is that they've been in their house for the entirety of the End. Did they understand the depth of the situation? They lived out in the country, so the amount of walkers in their area would be sparse. They probably haven't encountered much if any.
Besides, the Greene's owed the Atlanta group nothing. If anything, they owed the farmers for saving Carl and T-Dog's life. One of their group died trying to save Rick's son.
There's no room in this world left to be nice, so who knows if they would let them stay on their peaceful farm?
She's basing this off of nothing, so she shut her mind up. She had bigger problems to worry about, like finding Carol's daughter, Sophia.
Last night, while the Greene family was operating on Carl, Jules went rummaging through her bag and stumbled upon a colored drawing Sophia had made her a while back in the quarry. She was able to hold back the tears in her eyes as she stared at the picture, since she was determined they'd find the twelve year-old.
There was no sense in reminiscing and crying over her just like Daryl said earlier, because they would find her, one way or the other. Jules was sure of it.
Before she woke up that morning, the rest of their group finally set out to the farm. Andrea, Dale, Daryl, and Carol were all reunited with them.
Since Carl was all fine and dandy, they decided to hold a funeral for Otis. Everyone gathered around, whether they knew him or not to pay their respects. He died for Carl and Shane. That was enough to honor him.
They stood around in two lines, one of the Atlanta group, and the other of his former family: the Greene's. They leaned their heads down as Hershel spoke near the fresh grave.
"Blessed be God, father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis, for his span of years, for his abundance of character; Otis, who gave his life to save a child's, now more than ever, our most precious asset."
