🍊tangerine oranges🍊|THE WALKING DEAD|

¤ [21] ¤ 《Sink In》

                    Rick spits red. 

It wet the floor in a sea of clear saliva resembling a candy cane, but the taste wasn't sweet; it was bitter and rough.

Standing over Peter, Rick drops his weapon as he's wrestled to the floor.

Pete spasms before his body falls flat.

There's an uproar.

Not for Pete, the man, but the surgeon.

Rick's group is unsure there their hands going to grip empty waists.

Rick allows himself to be dragged away, knowing that the only thing that would be done to him is imprisonment.

The soles of his shoes drag a line across the dirt and pass the gate, separating the community from the dead.

They would have to dig another hole tonight, or they could toss Peter alongside Noah.

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Noah's funeral was suspected to be quiet because the Alexandrians did not know him enough to come out of their homes to pay their respects, but Maud guessed Deanna coached them out by the time the sun had set, Maud found Deanna's sons helping Glenn and Daryl digg a six food deep howl by the fences.

They had previously not needed to prepare for the dead, so they had no procedure to follow.

So when Gabriel had offered to read out a service, Rick had let him.

No one knew if Noah had been religious, but it was safe to say that he wouldn't have been against the whole affair.

Maud stood toward the side, resting her arm on her pushchair.

Unlike her and Carl, Alexandria's children were allowed to stay back, lingering by their porches.

The dead were deemed too much for them.

The adults didn't question Maud and Carl's presence, allowing them a wide breadth of space.

Walkers groan outside the walls louder than most days.

The smell of fresh meat tempted them closer.

As metal spades dug at dry earth, Gabriel read out his sermon.

Half listening, Maud looked down at Noah's body.

Most of the flesh had been eaten from the bone. 

Picked clean, leaving dry bone behind.

The only indication that the body was Noah's was Glenn's word.

Of which they believed.

This was the first time Maud had really seen the reminisce of the dead pickings.

Most of the time, it was quick when she came across this sight.

Driving past someone on the side of the road.

Walking past a meaty slug on the ground.

Running from the dead.

Maud never kept her eyes peeled to stare.

There wasn't any point.

Until now.

After all the blood shead Maud had witnessed, it wasn't an earth-shattering sight.

Holding Judith in his arms so that she faced away from the whole ordeal, Carl swayed, shifting his weight from hip to hip, watching as they covered up Noah's body.