twenty five

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THE DECEASED
twenty five | ❝what the hell is your problem?❞

AURORA WOKE UP TO THE sound of a heartbeat in her ears. Her blonde hair fell over her face, mingled with sweat and dirt. She slowly sat up, realising that she had fallen asleep against Glenn's chest, and that his arm had been wrapped around her waist. A small smile spread across her lips, and she felt her head spinning from dehydration, but it didn't dampen her mood. The one thing that was stopping Aurora from standing to her feet and yelling with incomprehensible happiness was the fact that Shane had caused the massacre of Hershel's family, and the death of Sophia had been revealed.

She brought her legs to her chest, now staring at Glenn curiously. His face was calm, and a small snore came from his lips, making Aurora smile more. Moving a shaky hand towards Glenn, Aurora pushed his black hair from out of his eyes, allowing her to see his face clearer.

When awake, Glenn's face was riddled with creases in his skin from stress. Aurora would love to take all the pain away from the man who she felt so keen to protect. She wanted to treasure this moment. He looked so peaceful, and calm. It felt wrong to wake him for any reason.

Aurora remembered how her parents were. How in love they acted before she got sick. The way her father would lift her mother up, and they would collapse on the couch laughing and giggling. That type of pure love felt alien to her. She knew what life was, and what it felt like. Her ex girlfriend and her shared love, but not like this. With Glenn, nothing felt forced. Words came easy, and laughing came naturally.

Perhaps now she understood what it meant to be in love.

Staring around at the bodies of Hershel's family was a surreal feeling, and it was one that Aurora couldn't shake. She stepped from one foot to the other, a newfound enegery surging through her as she did so.

"Want us to start burying them?" T-Dog asked Rick. Aurora turned her head to face Rick. His brows were furrowed, and the events of the past few hours seemed to have taken years off his life.

"We need a service," Andrea suggested, offering a small smile to Aurora, "Carol would want that."

"Yeah, we should do that," Aurora agreed.

"I'll get the truck," Shane muttered, and Rick indicated for Aurora to go with him, probably to ensure he didn't try to run over the already dead walkers for good measure.

Aurora opened the passenger door and slid in, looking around for Shane. He was still stood outside, and Aurora could just about make out that he was looking at Dale.

"You got something to say, Dale?" Shane questioned, matching Dale's stare. Dale, however, didn't reply. He simply studied Shane's body language.

Aurora stepped out of the car and followed Shane's footsteps towards Dale, her eyes moving from Dale to Shane. She was hoping she wouldn't be caught up in her another fight.

"Let me ask you something, Dale," Shane demanded, "what do you do to keep this camp safe? You fix up an RV, you babysit some guns."

"Shane this isn't a good idea," Aurora said, reaching her hand out to touch Shane's arm. Almost as soon as she did, he yanked his arm away, turning his body to fully face Dale.

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