[DISCONTINUED] FIND YOU ( T. WALKING DEAD )

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FIND YOU
CHAPTER FIVE;
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❛ jack encourages carl's maturity. ❜

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DEATH IS QUIET. Jack wouldn't know – she hadn't physically died (yet?), but it was an assumption she always believed to be putative. A severance of life should never be a thunderous experience. Circumstances of death aside, she always thought that, if one were to be momentarily discontent with what was taking place, that the end of their life would swiftly discontinue any futile thoughts.

The most booming part of death seemed to be the ideal "surrounded by family and friends." They don't even have to be weeping. Jack noticed that, in the aftermath of the barn, her group's deafening silence spoke louder than any words or tears. Their misunderstanding- their refusal to accept defeat- was anything but quiet. Because, while the dying have no choice to accept the end of their war, the loved ones add fuel to the fire with every syllable they speak.

She couldn't blame them. It made sense. She just wished it could be different. That everyone could understand: maybe death, in this world, wasn't such a terrible thing after all. It seemed like living sometimes proved to be the most miserable.

Judging by the group's sullen expressions, it almost seemed like they were aware of that small fact. Even Glenn, who used to exude warmth much like the sun, stood quietly, shotgun in his hand and the weight of the world appearing to be on his shoulders. It was almost refreshing: finally seeing that she wasn't the only one affected by the horrors of this new world. (But then she realized how selfish that thought was, and promptly pushed it back into oblivion.)

"Jack?" Her mother's voice startled her more than anything, bringing her out of her thoughts as she quickly glimpsed over her shoulder at Lori. "Can you take Carl up to the house for me?"

Jack spared a glance to the scene before her: the scattered bodies between her group members, standing idly, sharing solemn looks as they quietly discussed what could be done. Jack didn't necessarily want to be involved in the cleanup, and Carl definitely didn't need to see it, so she finally turned to face her mother and nodded her head slightly. She beckoned Carl to stand and glue himself to her side with another small nod of her head, and, with her brother beside her, she began her trek to the house before her mother could say anything else.

Jack wasn't mad. She wasn't sad. She was just... confused. She didn't know how to feel about a baby coming into this world. So many things could go wrong and she was just so goddamn tired of things not going the way she wanted. Maybe she was no better than a toddler giving her mother the silent treatment, but she didn't care. She needed plenty of time and space to wrap her head around the big news.