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"Now!" Rick whispers in a way that's almost similar to shouting.

We all run in, and immediately, the racket that everyone is making is increasing in sound. Even though the distraction is working very well, the place is still crawling with walkers.

Rough and icy cold fingertips brush my arm, so I spin around faster than it could take a bite out of me. Just when I'm about to slice through its skull with my machete, I see who it is. Or rather what it is.

My heart sinks down to my toes, I can't even the thumping, repetitive beat at all, as if it's just stopped completely. But unfortunately, it hasn't, and I'm faced with a monster of someone i loved. Even if I shouldn't have.

"M- mum?" I stagger back slightly, and Glenn grabs hold of me, practically dragging me backwards.

My bottom lip trembles all while my whole body shakes. I know i shouldn't love her. She scarred me with her beatings and insulted me with her words, almost killing me, but here I am, crying at her death.

"Take her to daryl!" Rick calls out to Glenn, and I've given up struggling, getting pulled out of the gates.

Glenn gives a quick glance to daryl, who returns the look with a reassuring gaze. He runs back to help Rick, and I just stand in front of my dad, shaking and barely able to stay upright.

My head slowly turns to look at what once was my mother, but dad cups my cheek, redirecting my gaze back onto him.

"It's okay." He mumbles into my ear, embracing me gently like I'll break if he's too harsh. "Just look at me." His rough voice is suddenly very soft as he holds my head into his shoulder, allowing me to sob freely into his leather jacket.

My breathing hitches one last time, and I pull away, extremely embarrassed from the past events.

None of them besides my father have seen me this weak. It feels strange to be vulnerable.

As soon as I'm able to walk off and grab my bow, getting ready to shoot more walkers, Beth embraces me softly. Every single ounce of her touch is gentle. Not once has she treated anyone harshly.

We linger for a moment before she looks me in my eyes. It's only for a split second, but her ocean blues look brighter than ever before in the afternoon sun.

Moments later, I load an arrow into my bow and pull the string back in seconds. The arrow ended up falling into one of the walkers by Glenn's feet. Glenn respectedly nods at Me, and i smile. Glenn has been my best friend for the past ten months or so. He's a good listener, and I would quite literally take a bullet or a walker for him. I would fight anyone and anything for him. And I'm hoping he would do the same for me.

Finally, they get to the tower besides Rick, who locks the gate leading to the rest of the prison. He then runs into the tower, joining the rest.

Every few moments me and my dad and I aim our bows at a walkers head and release the arrow while the rest use up nearly all of our ammo. I don't blame them at all. What has to be done has to be done.

Beth and Maggie are both getting good with their guns, both not missing a single shot.

Just as my arrow lands into the last walkers skull, we all run in, yelling and cheering at the amount of free space and farming area we have. And how safe it is. We haven't been this safe since the farm.

T-dog cheers, but I can't find myself smiling. I'm still in shock. My mother. Someone that I used to wish dead is now definitely gone, and i couldn't feel any worse.

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We're all crowded around a campfire, my dad keeping watching as we all relax. I want to tell him to swap with someone whom any of us would gladly do, but he'd refuse anyway.

Beth eventually speaks up, and just her voice catches my attention. "Who was that... earlier?" Beth asks, a sympathetic frown on her face. Some of them heard what I said, but other didn't, so I owe them an explanation.

"It was my mother." Everyone besides Rick looks confused, him being involved with my dad's convosations so he knows what's happening.

"Why was she here?" Carl asks, and I smile at him. It's pointless to treat him like a child. He's seen more than any adult should.

"She was abusive and liked her pharmaceuticals. She must've wound up here just before it all broke out." Carl has the same face as everyone else. A mixture of sympathy and confusion of how a mother could ever abuse her child. "But we've got this now, so there's no point in feeling bad for ourselves." Carl smiles back in agreement. He's always felt like a younger sibling to me since I arrived at the farm.

Glenn quickly changes the subject, "just like mom used to make me" only shortly after I laugh at him, realising the stupidity of the topic change.

Maggie gives him a little jab in the ribs with her elbow, and I smile at their banter.

Hershel and t-dog start discussing food and water sources. I ignore their small talk until they stop.

"This'll be a good place to have the baby." Beth's warms smile spreads as Lori looks back at her. "It's safe." The words feel like a lie. Is it ever really safe? Lori smiles back at beth before hershel asks Beth to sing.

"Daddy, not that one, please." Maggie asks, and so hershel nods, moving on.

"How about pot and glass?" Hershel requests again, and Beth stiffly shuffles in her position.

"No one wants to hear it." Beth reasons, but it's absolutely false.

"No one will laugh." I reassure you, and my words alano seem to encourage her.

Beth's words start escaping her mouth. I can't simply describe her voice in words. It's too enchanting for that. Her soft voice makes at ease, every one of Mt worries is gone and all I can feel is the music rattling through my organs to my heart. It makes me melt inside. All I do know is that beth looks extremely kissable right now.