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Danny held onto Jessie's hand, as they wound through the walkers, looking at their faces, which were almost impossible to see in the dark. 

Not Sami. Not Sami. Not Sami. 

He felt sick. What if Sami was dead? Would he ever even know? If this ended, and everyone re-grouped, and Sami wasn't there, did that automatically mean he was dead? Or could he just be . . . somewhere?

He wasn't sure if he wanted there to be a body or not. He didn't like the idea of a dead Sami. 

Danny blinked, as tears threatened to spill. He couldn't let his thoughts get the best of him. He needed to be able to see, he couldn't hear the walkers.

But the image of Sami's body wouldn't leave his mind.

Jessie glanced back at him, a small, reassuring smile on her face. He'd told her of his fears before they left her house. She squeezed his hand.

It made him feel better, but Sami's lifeless eyes didn't leave his mind.

Sam suddenly stopped walking, making the line stop, looking at him.

"Sweetheart? Sam? Come on. Come on." Jessie tried to pull him to move, but his face scrunched up, as he shook his head. "Sam? Sam, come on, honey, come on."

"Sam. Hey, Sam." Ron whispered, looking at his little brother. "Sam, just look at Mom, it's okay."

"You can do it. Come on. Sam, honey, I need you to come with me."

"I can't." He whimpered.

"I need you to come with me."

"I want to."

"I need you to be strong, Sam-"

Two walkers tore into him at once - one into his neck, the other into his head, blood spewing down his face as he screamed for his mother, more walkers joining the meal.

Jessie screamed as she cried, watching the walkers drop down as her son was devoured.

Ron watched, tears in his eyes, but his face almost numb. "Mom? Mom?"

Danny squeezed her hand to try and get her to move as the others called to her, but Jessie didn't move, just screamed louder as a walker pulled his jaw up to get a piece of meat off of Sam's body.

She only stop screaming as the walkers descended upon her.

Danny watched, his eyesight becoming worse as tears filled his eyes, but he blinked them away, and tried to pull his hand from Jessie's, but it was stuck.

"Danny?" Carl looked at his hand. "Dad! Dad, Danny needs help!"

Jessie's cold, dead grip was too much, Danny couldn't get away.

"Dad!"

So, Rick took an axe to her wrist.

It took several hacks. Danny wondered if she was still alive under all those walkers, as he fell backwards onto the street, Carl trying to catch him.

Carl pulled him to his feet, holding his thumb sideways, and Danny nodded, pointing it up.

"You." Ron stood behind Carl, gun leveled at his head. "You."

Michonne's sword sprouted from his chest, as the gun fired, and she stepped away from him as the walkers fell upon him, too, making her way over to them.

"Dad?" 

With his eye gone, blood pouring down his face, Carl fell to the ground.

Rick grabbed him, sobbing, picking him up. "Danny, take the axe."