Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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I had ignored anyone's attempts to comfort me, I was in my own angry bubble. The blondie was gone.
"I'm fine."
I wasn't.
Wiping my face with the back of my hand did I sniffle one last time before I pushed myself up of the floor. Everyone was still watching me but I chose to ignore their gazes.
"Better dig her a grave. Can't leave her out here."
After a few minutes did I manage to lift Avery Avery up, some of the people tried to help but I waved them of. I didn't want or need any help.
"I can do it. I'm fine. Really."
I managed to carry her over to a small patch of flower beds witch I laid her on as I regained my breath. The tears had stopped but the anger within me was still there. There was one question running through my mind. Who killed her?
It must have been the saviours but which one?
I placed her solider in my pocket after looking at it one last time before I picked up the shovel. Luckily not everyone had followed me but the few who had were all looking at me with sympathy plastered all over their faces.
"Ophelia-"
"I'm fine." I said cutting Maggie of. "We weren't that close anyway."
"Ye were cryin'."
No shit Daryl.
"Heat of the moment. I was shocked was all. Honestly I didn't know the girl that well."
"Baby-"
"Daryl. I'm okay. I'll just dig her a grave and then I'll go back to bed."
"It's still mornin'."
"I'm tired...you can all stop looking at me like that. I didn't even like Avery. I'm not sad. I'll just be a decent human being and dig her a grave and then go about my business."
"You're really okay? You looked pretty upset considering you didn't like her." Maggie sighed.
"I'm perfectly fine. Just was a shock was all. So you can all leave and do whatever it was you were doing."
I began to dig up a grave for the blondie, each time I dug into the soil did I find myself becoming more and more aggressive. Beads of sweat had begun to form on my forehead as I kept on digging until I was exhausted.
I felt my shoulder being gripped and although I tried to shrug them of It didn't work. I didn't bother to turn my head, I recognised the kind voice next to me.
"Come on."
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