TWD-Vivian Grimes

STILL GOTTA MEAN SOMETHING

HILLTOP

More walkers are snarling along the wall outside the community. Jenna brings down an ax cutting a log in half. Annabelle walks past looking at her worriedly.

Brian is sitting on the back of a truck

Brian: Hey

Lyla walks down the steps

Lyla: It's been over a day and Tara hasn't turned yet. Siddiq says she's cool.

Brian nods his head

Brian: I'm jealous we're not immune like Viv is. T's a tough son of a bitch

He withers a stick with his knife.

Lyla: Babe, Dwight shot Viv with a clean arrow and Tara got shot with another clean round.

Brian: Or it means she got lucky. Could be anything. It's not like a bite. Something nothing happens.

Lyla: Brian---

Brian: If Dwight knew, could've warned us, could've sent us a message.

Lyla: Maybe he couldn't.

Brian: He let a whole day go by while our people lay around dying.

Lyla: Everyone else in the battle who got injured got sick. That can't be an accident. Look I know you hate him. I'm not his biggest fan either.

Brian: So he just get a pass? Is that it?

Lyla: Maybe. You said we might need him, and we might need him now more then ever and what I'm saying is that if Tara had killed him, maybe Viv or Tara would be dead right now. Look.

Brian looks up at her

Lyla: Do what you gotta do and leave it behind cause we're gonna be mommy and daddy in a few months.

She kisses him softly on the lips and walks away leaving him alone thinking over her words and sighs.

ELSEWHERE

Annabelle has tears in her eyes as he reads Carl's letter to her. Ian walks in and she drops the letter and Ian reaches his hand up caressing the side of her face.

Annabelle: Do you.......do you want to read it?

He looks down at the letter as she's holding up in her hand. He shakes his head sadly walking past her. He grabs a flannel shirt out of the closet

Annabelle: You're going out there.

Ian: We need food. I'm gonna find some.

Annabelle: What did he write you?

Ian doesn't look at her keeping his head low staring at his feet.

Ian: I don't know. I can't.

Annabelle: Wait

Ian: I can't.

Annabelle: You have to. All three of you have to. I did it too when I happened to me.

Ian looks at her with a broken sad expression.

Annabelle: You keep moving to move away from it. Finding Jenna stopped me. And now I'm stopping you

Tears wells up in her eyes.

Annabelle: Carl wrote that because he wanted you to read it. It was one of the last things he ever did. You're staying.

She lets go of his hands taking the flannel out of his hand and walks out of the room leaving him alone. He places his hands on his hips exhaling sharply and looks at himself in the mirror.