❝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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The group arrived at a white church standing solitary in the middle of a clearing, encircled by an overgrown cemetery. Despite the ringing of the church bells they had heard earlier, the church itself seemed oddly silent. It lacked a steeple or any visible bells. The ominous quiet of the church contrasted sharply with the sounds of the bells, and the group's unease grew. Rick, however, disregarded their concerns and strode toward the entrance, compelling everyone to follow.
Rick and Daryl reached the front door first. They opened it cautiously, revealing an empty interior except for three walkers sitting motionless in the pews. As the door creaked open, the walkers' heads snapped in their direction, their guttural snarls filling the silence. The group swiftly dealt with them, the clamor of their struggle echoing through the deserted church. Once the walkers were dispatched, the team entered, calling out for Sophia. Their voices echoed against the church's cold, stone walls, but there was no sign of her.
"This has to be the wrong church," Shane insisted. "It doesn't have a steeple. There's no steeple here." His words were almost drowned out by the continued, maddening sound of bells. Daryl pushed past Shane and the others, heading around the side of the building. Glenn and Lily followed him, discovering a speaker attached to the church's outer wall. They quickly located a small box wired to the speaker and cut the wires, halting the bell noise abruptly.
"It's on a timer," Daryl muttered, a trace of frustration in his voice.
Carol, her voice trembling with despair, announced she would go back inside for a moment. Her sorrow was palpable, and Lily felt a pang of empathy. The group followed Carol inside, unwilling to leave her alone in her grief, but Lily needed a moment to herself.
"Sutton, go inside and keep Carl company. I need some fresh air," Lily instructed. Sutton nodded and went inside to join Carl. Lily took a seat on the front steps of the church, her gaze wandering over the cemetery. She envied the souls resting in peace, having escaped the chaos that now ruled the world. As she brushed a strand of hair from her face, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her tumultuous thoughts.
Daryl approached and sat down beside her. His voice was soft but concerned. "You okay?"
Lily nodded, avoiding eye contact as she fought back tears. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and she was determined not to let her vulnerabilities show. Daryl sat quietly for a moment before speaking again.
"You want the gun?" he asked.
Lily looked at him, confused. "What?"
"The gun I took from the dead guy. You want it?" Daryl clarified.
Lily shook her head. "No, I don't know how to use it properly. I might end up shooting at a squirrel or something," she said, her irritation evident.
"You wouldn't do that," Daryl said, trying to reassure her. "You're not jumpy."
