A Dead World.. • G. Rhee

Chapter Eleven

(Travelling companions)

"Say it." Rick tempts Shane to tell him what he's really been thinking, I was stood behind Rick seeing as he dragged me up here to talk to Shane.

"Okay." Shane leans on the shovel that had its blade embedded into the ground. "I'm thinking if you'd have stayed here, if you'd have looked after your own —instead you went off and took half our manpower with you. I'm thinking maybe our losses wouldn't have been so bad." Shane says the exact opposite as I had been telling everyone. Nice one.

"If we hadn't gone and got those guns. Our losses would have been worse. Probably most if not the entire camp." I shrug saying the exact same thing to Shane as I had to Glenn. "Plus, we left the guns we had here. With you."

Daryl drives his pick-up truck filled with bodies to the gravesite we had been digging. (By we I mean 89% was done by me)

Shane huffs. "He doesn't look convinced." Daryl gets out the pick-up and walks towards us as I had started digging again to avoid being asked anything.

"I still think it's a mistake not burning these bodies." He mumbles, looking down at the graves. "It's what we said we'd do right? Burn 'em all, wasn't that the idea?"

"At first." Shane dramatically exhales.

"The chinaman gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do, we just follow him along? These people need to know who the hells in charge here, what the rules are." Daryl incorrectly describing Glenn makes me feel like punching him.

"he's Korean. And he's allowed be sentimental about it. They were his people too. Not every one of us gotta be so macho all the time." I drop my shovel and walk away. I've done my bit for the day the rest of them can pick up the work they didn't do.

"Kids right." I hear Rick say as I continue walking down the hill. I pass Lori, Carol, Sophia and Carl on the hill. Carl smiles at me. "Hey aunt-Hailie!" I furrow my eyebrows at the new title but smile and ruffle his hair anyways. "'Sup bud? You alright Sophia?" The young girl gives me a small sadness filled smile and I comfortingly squeeze her shoulder as I walk past. I feel bad for the kid, granted her father was the biggest asshole on planet earth but he was still her dad, she still had a right to miss and grieve over him.

I walk down the hill and see Andrea dragging her sisters body into the grave I had dug nearly 2 hours earlier that day. She refused any help claiming that she 'had this' I gotta hand it to her if she actually did 'have it' because it didn't look like it.

But eventually she did get the body into the grave and she stood staring at it for a minute before waking away, as did everyone else and my mouth dropped as I realised I was left to fill it in.

Pricks.
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Rick and Shane had gathered everyone around the cars to discuss the plan for moving forward.

"Everybody listen up!" Shane gets everyone's attention as he takes the lead on explaining what's going on. "Those of you with C.B's, we're gonna be on channel 40." And I take my walkie from my waistband, changing it to Channel 40. "Now you got a problem, don't have a C.B, can't get a signal, or anything at all you're gonna hit your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?"