the deceased ❀ glenn rhee

nine

THE DECEASED
nine | ❝I'm sorry❞

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AURORA POUTED TO HERSELF, WATCHING Glenn from the corner of her eye. Getting Glenn back didn't take a lot, only trading half their guns. But, to save Glenn's life, it was worth it. Aurora was noticing that she was slipping into a manic episode. She had been dealing with bipolar disorder for most of her life, so spotting the episodes and being self aware was easier for her now. Dealing with them, however, was a different story.

"You told me everything would be fine," Aurora spat, huffing as she finished the sentence. Daryl rolled his eyes and began walking faster through the dark road. With the truck mysteriously gone, the group had no choice but to walk, much to Aurora's protesting.

"Everything is fine," Glenn scowled, rubbing his eyes. For the past hour, all the group had for entertainment was Aurora's unforgiving comments of bitterness. More than once, Daryl had snapped at Aurora in frustration, and she had snapped back, forcing Rick to intervene between the two. And now, Daryl was close to snapping again.

"Everything is fine," Aurora mocked, folding her arms, "you should of ran faster."

"You should of warned me quicker instead of threatening a kid," Glenn retorted, turning to Aurora.

"He wasn't a kid, he was 19 max," Aurora laughed.

"Aurora, you attacked him," T-Dog chuckled.

"I forgive you for not running faster," Aurora smiled, flashing a grin to Glenn. He shook his head and smiled back. Another pang was felt in Aurora's chest.

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"It's getting dark," Aurora sighed, the road ahead of them seemingly endless. Pain struck through her legs from walking, and though she felt wide awake, she was physically drained. "Where the hell are we?"

"We'll be there soon," Rick said, tapping his hat up.

Aurora was walking next to Glenn. Their pace was matched, and their feet moved in sync. She found herself watching him from the corner of her eyes. There was a small bruise forming around his right eye where he must've been hit. Aurora thought back to how she felt seeing Glenn at the top of the building with a bag over his head.

"You know," Aurora began, kicking a rock as she walked, "you scared the shit out of me today."

"It wasn't intentional," Glenn replied, smirking.

"I know that," Aurora replied, before sighing, "I'd just rather you didn't, you know, die. You're good company."

"Really?" Glenn asked. His response almost made Aurora sad. He sounded genuinely surprised at the thought of someone finding him good company. She smiled at him and shook her head, not unkindly.

"Yes, Glenn," she said, rolling her eyes, "You're growing on me."

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The camp was in view, which was a relief to Aurora, who's feet felt like they were being scalped. She couldn't bear the thought of walking any further, until the sound of a gunshot rang through the air.

The possibility that it was Merle was almost definite. Who else would of been in the city to take the truck? And Merle would, in Aurora's opinion, seem like someone who would shoot up a group of innocent people.

"The camp!" Rick shouted, sprinting forward desperately. Despite the pain in her feet, Aurora began running.

Aurora's feet slammed harshly against the ground as she struggled to hold her gun up properly. She turned a harsh corner, almost smacking into Glenn, but she regained her balance. The coldness of the air burned the back of her throats as she breathed in harshly. Upon staring at the camp, Aurora felt her heart drop.

Maybe fighting Merle would of been easier. Because the amount of walkers attacking people was more intense. Aurora didn't know where to begin to save people, as if seemed like everyone needed saving.

Rick ran past Aurora and killed several walkers, clearing a path. Aurora studied the scene before acting on adrenaline. She spotted Morales trying to fight off three walkers, his wife and kids cowering behind him. The sound of the guns were deafening, causing a white noise in Aurora's ears, but she persisted. She jumped over a dead body - she couldn't see whether they were a walker or human - and headed towards Morales.

She fired her gun towards a walker that threatened to bite Morales, and he flinched, before turning to face Aurora.

"This is good timing," he joked, and all Aurora could think about is how she had said the same thing earlier, and the irony that came with it. Pulling the trigger again, and another walker fell backwards, blood spraying across Auroras face.

"How did this happen?" Aurora demanded, spinning around on the rocky ground to stab a walker close to Morales' kids. He gulped, cocking his shotgun.

"I don't know, they," Morales began, aiming his gun, "they came out of nowhere. Killing Ed and Amy, that's as much as I know."

Aurora's eyes widened as her trigger was pulled again. She lowered her gun, now staring at Morales in exasperated sadness. Amy was dead? She was so kind; so precious. Aurora's eyes scanned the camp, desperately trying to find the girl's body. Her eyes fell on the blonde girl lying down, blood tarnishing her pale skin, Andrea over her body. Walkers stumbled towards Andrea, and Aurora didn't hesitate in sprinting towards Andrea, stabbing the nearby walkers.

"Amy. No. No. No. I don't know what to do. Oh no no," Andrea whispered, stroking Amy's face. Andrea's voice of mourning was the only thing that Aurora could hear, apart from the gunfire. It was harrowing, listening to a woman so distraught over her sister's death.

Shane and Rick were killing the majority of the other walkers, making sure that everyone was okay. Knowing she would be protected if she lowered her weapons, Aurora slowly kneeled down by Andrea's side, staring at Amy's body. A small mermaid necklace was around Amy's neck, and it looked untouched and pure, not a speck of blood staining the metal.

"Andrea, I'm..." Aurora started, but her voice trailed off. Andrea's hands lingered by Amy's body, as if hoping she would wake up. Aurora didn't cry. She could only stare at the site of an innocent life being taken.

"I'm sorry," Aurora muttered, resting her head on Andrea's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

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1436

Sorry this is so short. It's kinda depressing, but depressing is my middle name.

I hope you guys enjoyed,
~ Aimee
xoxo