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EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING WAS an utter mess and in disarray. It was like everyone was going through a divorce amongst themselves, but couldn't pay for it. Hershel busied himself with useless tasks inside, while Rick was more than likely trying to convince him to allow them to stay. Carol hid away in Dale's camper, trying to come to terms with her daughter's death.
Jules couldn't believe it either. She hadn't known Sophia well, or for a while, but it felt like a piece of Jules's life had been taken away from her. Her heart ached, her movements in slow motion.
This whole time they thought the girl was alive. They went through thick and thin searching for her, going through extra lengths to find her. It was seen as a breakthrough when Daryl found her doll.
But all this time, Sophia was already dead, just a few feet away from them. She was . . . turned into one of those things. She didn't deserve that ending. She didn't deserve to be a monster.
Shane added on weight to Jules's already sagging shoulders. Her mind was constantly on him or Sophia. Jules wasn't close enough to anyone at the camp to stay if Shane were to leave, but she surely didn't want to leave with Shane.
It's still not confirmed he's leaving, but after (from Hershel's point of view) he murdered the Greene's loved ones, there's no doubt in her mind that he'll be packing his bags come the end of this week.
Jules didn't feel like herself. It felt like she was outside of her body, watching herself, and playing with her body like it was a puppet. She dug at her cuticles, leaning against a tree with an unopened book to her side.
Reading was supposed to be an escape for her. She could forget about the harshness of their new world and picture herself in a tragic romance instead. Right now, even if she tried to pick up the book and read, she wouldn't be able to focus on it. The pages would just be words on a piece of paper, and the whole idea of reading would be in vain.
Jules felt numb, lifeless after the funeral for the one's who completely passed that morning. The tears that fell from her cheek were silent. She didn't reach up to wipe them away, and instead let them fall to the dirt.
No one said anything when it was over. They all parted, going their separate ways.
Jules couldn't even look at Shane anymore. He didn't look like himself, either. He looks like a crazed man out for blood. Not how he did before the undead took over. She's just glad Shane doesn't care for talking to her right now. She wasn't sure she'd be able to get any words out without exploding on him.
