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OPHELIA HAD BEEN HESITANT, but eventually she had asked Dale to bind her wound. She would have done it herself, but she did not know where the medical equipment was kept. So here she was, sitting in the RV having a bandage wrapped around her foot.
Her wound had been red and swollen when she had taken of her shoe - Dale had said she was lucky it was not infected. None the less he had been gentle when treating the wound and had delicately wrapped the bandage around her foot in no time.
"You're not much of a talker, are you?" He had chuckled, securing the bandage around her wound. Ophelia shook her head in response, smiling softly over at the old man. "I've never been a people person. My brother has though, you'll have no problem having a conversation with him."
"Griffin isn't it? He seems like a pleasant young man. He knows his books and that's good enough for me."
"He is." Ophelia had sighed, she had always known her brother to be pure and extroverted. Sometimes she wondered if he would be better without her. She worried that she was too pessimistic - too corrupt for him from time to time. "He is a good man. God knows they're hard to find now."
"You're a good person too. A little rough around the edges, but you have a kind heart." Dale had smiled, signalling to Ophelia that he had finished. She thanked him politely, before she released a heavy sigh. "I've done bad things. I've made some very bad choices in my life Dale. I'm not as good as you think I am."
"I beg to differ. You stepped forward last night and defended our group, even when you didn't know us. A bad person would have walked away - you didn't. So from myself and on behalf of the group, thank you."
Ophelia smiled at the man. She did not know or quite understand what saving the group had meant to the people here, but she was beginning to. They were growing fond of her and that was exactly what she did not want.
So before she could listen to any more of Dales phrases, she had scurried out of the RV. Being met by that of the scorching sun souring down on her skin, she rolled her eyes. She had always found the heat to be a nuisance.
It was not until she heard a low growl emerge from below her, that she turned her head to the source. Her muscles had tensed to see that Andreas sister had begun to stir - except it was not Amy, she was dead.
Ophelia truly did feel sympathetic towards Andrea as she spoke sweet words to her sister, apologising for all the times she had not been there for her. The mere thought of losing her own sibling was enough to send a shiver down her spine.
