[ season 2 ]
✰ in which every corner of the world becomes the world's most loneliest corner, but the girl tucked away on her family's farm would bet all the money in her pockets that hers is the loneliest.
and the guy who meets her up there, bringi...
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CHAPTER SEVEN ➶ SHANE WALSH
THE WORLD seems to quiet at his confession. like we're two priests and a sinner in a booth, his words to be swallowed by the air around him.
but rick grimes isn't a priest. close, with the way he wore his badge and sheriff hat with such pride and honesty, but he ain't no priest.
and me ... well, i'm worse off than rick grimes.
a hawk cries in the air, swooping down to pick at a walker or a body that's about to turn, and i notice my pulse in my ears, the blood thrumming. rick is beside me like usual and the young man cuffed and on his knees is behind us, like usual. like how it used to be.
"i went to school with maggie for god's sake!" the kid, randall, his words still ring in my ears.
"you went to school with maggie?" rick turns, breaking the silence after his confession.
"did you go to school with maggie? answer the question!"
"a—and indiana."
my boots scuff against the pavement at the sound of my niece's name coming from this piece of shit's mouth. my niece.
my brother's daughter.
he notices the hesitation. "they didn't know me!" he shakes his head, sweat dripping from his hair. "they didn't even know i existed! i knew they lived near each other, knew who maggie's dad was, but lots of people did! hey, i would never do anythin' to hurt them or their families. o—or you! or your people. i'm not like the guys i was with!"
his begging turns droning, just a hum in my ears as i look at rick. "well that changes things, doesn't it?"
my oldest friend can read it in my eyes, my thoughts, my next move already planned out.
"makes things a whole lot easier." i mutter, grabbing the gun at my thigh, and then rick is yelling my name over the sound of the shot firing.
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INDIANA WALSH
"this takes care of breakfast." a tired smile is on maggie's face as she twirls the jar of raspberry jam i brought over in her hand. "thanks."
i picked the raspberries from the bushes behind my house and mashed them up into thick, sticky jam, spooned it into a couple jars and came on over here as fast as i could. beth is still in bed today, nothing seems to get her up for a walk or even a bite to eat.
"no problem."
"your dad tell you what happened last night?"
i nod. while he was out with rick, glenn, and hershel at the bar trying to get home, two guys came in and rick shot them first. then their friends showed up, randall being one of them. his leg got torn on a fence while trying to run. hershel stitched it up last night and now rick and my uncle are off ditching him somewhere, because that's the best our group could come up with.
