"I've done things," Charlie said, looking up into his eyes full of disappointment. "Things that I am not proud of. But everything I've done, I've done to survive...And I did. I survived."
"And are you happy?" Daryl asked, using all his power to stop...
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A rotten, smelly body was moving towards her and she was just too scared to move. It was snarling and moving its jaw. She saw herself in blood, parts of her body gone, just like Amy. She couldn't move to run. Yellow teeth, empty eyes, and guts falling out of its stomach.
"Charlie," Glenn said and shook her shoulders.
She jumped as she felt his hands on her body. Once she heard his voice the disgusting picture disappeared from behind her eyes.
"Charlie, you good?" Glenn asked softly.
"What?" she asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
She swallowed and nodded.
Rick approached Charlie and Glenn with purpose, his jaw set in a determined line, his eyes scanning the area for any lingering threats. His footsteps were firm, echoing the resolve in his demeanor as he neared them. He nodded at Glenn and then looked at Charlie. "Holding up okay?"
"Survived, didn't I?"
Rick smiled slightly at the answer and nodded.
"How are people holding out after last night?" Charlie asked before the Officer walked away.
"They're managing," he said.
"Any casualties?" she asked again.
""No more than we already seen."
Then he looked in the direction of Andrea. Charlie observed Andrea kneeling next to Amy's lifeless body, her gaze a mixture of sorrow and disbelief. There was a profound sadness etched into her features as she looked upon her fallen sister, her eyes tracing the familiar contours of Amy's face. She never left Amy's body, caressing her face and hair, whispering something to her. Lori tried to talk to her, convinced that it was time to just let her go, but Andrea was silent.
"She still won't move?"
"She won't even talk to us," said Lori. "She's been there all night."
"What do we do?" Charlie asked.
"Can't just leave Amy like that." said Shane."We need to deal with it, same as the others."
"I'll tell her how it is," he said and walked away in the direction of the two sisters.
But things didn't go as planned as Andrea pointed a gun straight at him before he even got to talk. They all got up and Charlie put a hand on her arm, to hold her.
"Y'all can't be serious." Daryl's soft and melodic voice which could be the cure for a sick man was heard as he appeared out of a sudden. "Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl's a time bomb."
"What do you suggest?" Charlie asked, hoping that maybe he would come up with something worth considering.
"Take the shot." said Daryl to Charlie, but then turned to Rick."Clean, in the brain form here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eye from this distance."
