❝HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY 𝗘𝗚𝗢'𝗦 ANOTHER❞
In which it no longer matters that Evangeline Waters was a hot shot lawyer with a nice apartment and the best daughter she could've asked for. Because if you don't know the right way to stab a dead...
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Throughout the night and into the early morning, Lily and Sutton had made the rounds among the camp, meeting almost everyone. They had gotten acquainted with the group, though Andrea, the blonde woman grieving over her sister Amy's lifeless body, remained a somber exception.
Amy had succumbed to her injuries and blood loss, a victim of a walker bite. It was a stark and brutal reality—once bitten, it was only a matter of time before the dead reanimated. Lily had never witnessed the transformation herself; she could only imagine the agony Andrea was enduring, the slow, inevitable process of losing a loved one to the grotesque fate of becoming one of the undead.
In addition to Amy, there had been another loss that night—Ed, Carol's husband. However, it seemed his absence was met with little mourning; his reputation had left much to be desired among the group.
Lily observed Daryl, Glenn, and T-Dog as they dealt with the aftermath. Daryl was methodically using a pickax to crush the skulls of the remaining walkers. Glenn and T-Dog were hauling the corpses to a makeshift pyre, where they would be burned to prevent the spread of the infection. Lily approached Daryl, keeping a safe distance to avoid any accidental injuries.
"Aren't they already dead?" she asked, her curiosity evident as she watched Daryl's precise swings.
"Not all of 'em," Daryl grunted, his muscles straining as he swung the pickax down with a solid thud. "You gotta destroy the brain."
Lily nodded, her eyes drifting to a nearby walker whose jaw was ajar, yet it still emitted a faint, haunting groan as it attempted to bite at nothingness. It was a chilling reminder of the dead's persistence.
When Lily decided to take action, she pulled out her knife and approached the walker. Daryl noticed and reached out to stop her. "What the hell are you doin'?" he barked, his frustration palpable.
Lily gave him a puzzled look, momentarily confused by his reaction. "Killing it? You said the head, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with determination. She plunged her knife into the side of the walker's head, wincing at the resistance before it finally ceased moving. Its light gray eyes remained unblinking, a chilling testament to the creature's departed humanity.
Daryl watched as Lily struggled to withdraw her knife, which was lodged stubbornly in the softening skull. "You gotta get it at an angle so it don't get stuck," he advised, stepping closer.
"I know you could've done it," Lily said, pulling the knife free with a practiced twist. "But I need to learn. There's a lot of things I need to learn." The reality of her situation was becoming more apparent by the minute; survival now demanded skills she had never before considered.
Their attention was abruptly drawn to a commotion nearby. The sound of a gun being cocked made everyone freeze. Andrea stood with a weapon trained on Rick, who had his hands raised, apologizing profusely as he backed away. He joined the group gathered around the unlit campfire, where Lily and Daryl quickly joined the others.
