GAIGE•{TWD}

Backstabber

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The group stood there. All in a circle around mounds of dirt. All with their heads hung, their eyes watery, and their mouths shut.

All but one, Ricks mouth was open. The sound that escaped being one last speech, much like the ones Dale had given, in his honor.

But as her brother spoke, the only thing on Gales mind was the previous night.

It had been so loud.

The outdoors havocking the calm atmosphere of the night.

However, the natural sounds that maybe brought some annoyance; were replaced by ones that brought something much worse, horror.

Screams, cries, rotten jaws snapping and biting, and the squelching of guts as they shifted in a ripped open cavity.

Then after one specific sound, it went quiet again. One noise that could shake anyone to their core. Whether it was directed at you, or you were directing it at someone else.

A gunshot.

A sound that only meant one thing, death. Which that group had heard way too much of lately. And again, they heard it that night.

Another trend being a group member at the receiving end, their forehead at the base of a barrel. And Gale on the other, holding a handle, and pulling a trigger.

As she once again, took that burden off of anyone else. She noticed she'd been doing that a lot lately, taking everyone's burdens, as if she were collecting them.

Like when she'd taken that bullet for Carl, saving their family that misery and grief. And when she shot Sophia so that no one else would have to, so no one else would have that blood on their hands. Then last night, when she did the same thing with Dale.

A while had passed, the funeral over, the short bit of time to be upset, over.

Gale was now taking her and Paige's tent apart, the group was all moving into the house. Ricks excuse was the weather, but Gale knew it was more likely because he wanted to keep everyone close.

Paige had already moved everything inside, asking Gale to let her do it all, needing something to focus on.

She also took Gales belt, despite her protests, saying that shes been around guns too much and needs a break.

So now here Gale was, trying to roll up this stupid tent for the fourteenth time. It kept folding in on itself, becoming a ball that was impossible to stuff in the tiny little bag.

Ending in her having to roll it out and try again, which she has done over..and over..and over again.

She swore if she didn't get it on this next try she was giving up, and they'd just have to survive with one less tent.

Things began to look up as she had gotten it past the point it always bundles up at. She began to slowly roll it, holding it tight.

But then, out of no where.. "Gale?"

The voice made her jump, her hands slipping, and the tent unrolling..now back at square one.

She couldn't control herself, she grabbed the big piece of fabric, bundling it up in her arms before throwing it a few feet away- officially done.

Then she rose to her feet before whipping her head around, looking to see who just ruined everything for her.

But the sight of her nephew standing there, his eyes wide, made hers soften. She sighed, shaking her head before answering him, "Whats up kiddo?"