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Carol's half of the group met up with Rick's group at the site of Tyreese's grave.

Sasha was devastated.

She had lost both her boyfriend and her brother in a very short window of time.

They held a small funeral.

It wasn't nearly what Tyreese deserved.

Tyreese deserved so much more than the world gave him.

Father Gabriel read from his Bible.

Each person in the group shoveled a little bit of dirt onto the grave.

Rick was the last.

He angrily shoveled dirt into the grave.

He slammed his shovel repeatedly into the dirt.

Katie ran up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

He paused and dropped the shovel.

He put his hand on top of hers.

"Let's go. It's time," Katie said gently.

She helped him up and brought him back towards the group.

He pulled her aside for a moment.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you back in the car. It wasn't necessary. I'm sorry," Rick said.

Katie ran her fingers through his curly hair.

"Shouting ain't a crime, sheriff," Katie reassured him.

He smiled at her weakly.

The pair walked back to the cars.

They were going to head for Washington, DC.

It was a hundred miles away. 

The group loaded up the cars.

The two empty seats in the cars had a menacing presence.

After forty miles, the group was completely out of supplies.

They had not eaten or drank anything in days.

On the last day that the group had water, Katie didn't drink any.

"Give it to Carl," Katie told Rick.

"Katie you need to drink," Rick urged her.

"Give it to him. He needs it more than I do," Katie ordered.

Now, she was weak, but she found a way to keep pressing forward.

The group stopped to try and find water or food.

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