DONT LOOK BACK ! the walking dead ! season 2 episode 13 !
" here it is, our final night alive "
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THE SKY WAS painted black, the small stars in the sky twinkling, the moon offered a small amount of light. the windows were boarded up, splinter filled wood blocking off any sight within the farm house.
sheets adding an extra layer of protection, her eyes peered through the small opening between the boards of wood. sheet pushed to the side, eyes watching the tree like like a hawk, a scowl evident on her lips as she stared out. her fingers resting on the rough surface, anxiously awaiting for when they'd return; if they'd return.
she lightly shook her head, she couldn't think that way. she wouldn't let herself. "i'm going out there." andrea told, standing she began to make her way to the door. "don't, if randle comes back we're gonna need you." lori told, the blonde looked between the women and the entry door. "she's right. you've got good aim, we're gonna need that." colette told, moving away from the window with a small sigh.
she ran a hand through her hair, leaning against the wall beside the window. reluctantly andrea sat back down, knee anxiously bouncing, teeth gnawing on her nails. colette pursed her lips, arms crossed over her chest, she perked up when the door opened, the three emerged from the hall.
daryl looked around the group, brows furrowed. "rick and shane ain't back yet?" daryl questioned, looking between lori and colette who both shook their heads. "we heard a gun shot." daryl added, colette nodded slowly, "maybe they found randle." carol offered, shrugging lightly at the man's words. "we found him." lee told, leaning into the door frame, arms folded over his chest.
colette looked to the boy, "is he back in the barn?" patrica questioned softly, toying with the ring on her finger. lee shook his head, "he was a walker." daryl told, shifting on his feet. right hand tightly clutching the cross bow he held. "you find the walker that bit him?" hershel questioned, hands resting atop his thighs. daryl looked to the floor, "he had his neck snapped, he wasn't bit." gleen told, adjusting his grip he had on the tool in his hand. fingers tightening around the large flashlight he held.
colette pushed herself off the wall, hands on her hips as she looked between the three. "you sure? did you check?" colette questioned, the three nodded at her words. "how's that possible." she spoke to herself, pacing slowly where she stood. lori stood, looking to daryl, "can you please go find them, and find out what's going on?" she spoke softly to daryl, he nodded, his voice gruff as he turned, walking out of the farm house.
the others followed close behind him, lee didn't move. eyes focused on the ground, lips pursed. fighting a battle within his head, stopped in front of him. eyes worried as she stared at the boy who wouldn't meet her eyes. "hey, what's going on?" she spoke softly, her eyes soft as she stared at the walsh boy. he sucked in a deep breath of air, eyes glancing to her before back to the ground. he let out a long sigh, "i think my dad killed randle." he muttered, voice barley above a whisper as he spoke.
