IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 2 episode 12 !
" i don't want to fight you " mentions of past suicide attempts, mentions of sh scars, slight mentions of sh !
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THE SKY WAS painted a golden color, the suns rays kissing at their skin. warm air blessed the air, soft wind blowing. the weather didn't match the gloomy mood the group held. dark clouds resided above each of their heads, their own personal rain showers. it had all happened so fast, one second dale was alive, fighting to save randal, and the next, he was dead. it was a heart breaking sight, with everyone standing in sorrow, surrounding the fresh grave that put dale to rest. the dirt was still soft, the large stones that laid around the grave marking where dale would forever rest. a small wooden cross sat at the top of the grave, the pieces of wood tied with twine and stuck into the dirt in hopes that it wouldn't fly away when the wind blew to hard.
there were more graves then just dales, they each laid in a straight line, and it hadn't taken natalia long to spot where sophia's was. her stuffed doll sat atop the grave, its fluffy back leaning into the cross that had the girls name carved into it. the stuffed toy was tied to the cross, stopping it from being taken and swept away. forever letting it rest with the child who had been taken from them far to early. salty tears had been falling down her face nearly all morning, mourning both dale and sophia. she had briefly spoken to hershel, asking him if it had been possible she'd hallucinated sophia being there. he said it had been. both dehydration and fear of being alone in the walker infested forest played a part in it. she still felt crazy. lees hand gently held onto natalia's, there's fingers loosely intertwined.
rick slowly stool a step forward, eyes glossy as he looked between the grave and those who stood around it. "dale could get under your skin, he sure got under mine." rick finally spoke, hands folded in front of him, he sucked in heavy breaths, clearly struggling to get the words out, his voice was slightly wavering, cracking between words. "because he wasn't scared to say what he thought, how he felt. that kind of honesty is rare, and brave." rick told, head hanging low as he spoke of the man. hating how their last moments were of the two arguing, hating that dale died thinking that the boy was killed. "whenever i'd make a decision, i'd look to dale. he'd be looking right back at me with that look he had, we've all seen it one time or another." rick told, hands resting on his hips. lee nodded his head, he'd seen it when dale pleaded with him to change his mind. he hadn't, and he regrets it. "i could never read him, but he could always read us. he saw people for who they were. he knew us, the truth, who we really are." rick told, shifting his weight on his feet. glenn looked to his feet, guilt in his eyes. rick sucked in a breath of air, gaining his composure before continuing. "in the end he said we're losing our faith in humanity. he said this group is broken." rick told, his voice gruff, a sense of determination building within it.
