the gods forbid [the walking dead]

1.20

As the duo got closer, worry started to be visible on her face, Quinn's face was unbelievably pale and his shirt and arms were soaked with blood.

"Oh my," Opal muttered, jogging over to her friends. As her eyes traveled to Quinn's arm, her stomach dropped. There was a chunk missing from his arm.

"What happened?" Rick asked, now beside her.

Opal watched as Quinn went limp beside Daryl.

"Oh hell, can one of y'all help me get him to camp?" Daryl asked, picking up the heavier than expected boy.

"What if he turns?" Opal asked as Rick soon went to the other side of QUinn. "We can't save him, he's bit."

Daryl turned to Rick as the rest of the group started to notice the commotion happening.

"We're gonna have to put him down," Daryl said, concern plastered on his face.

Rick ran his free hand over his face, even though the group had only known him for a short amount of time.

"I'll do it," Opal offered, biting the inside of her cheek in worry.

Rick looked to her, trying to read the emotions that were showing. She obviously didn't want to have to put Quinn out of his misery, yet he knew that she didn't want anybody else to have to. "Are you sure? You don't have to."

Opal nodded, "Nobody else deserves to have his blood on their hands."

Rick quickly argued, "you don't deserve it either."

Opal sighed, "It would be best for me to just do it."

"Why are you arguing about this?" Rick questioned, his hands on his hips as he took a few steps away from Quinn's now fallen body. She watched as Daryl stalked away from the group, probably heading over to the tent.

"I'll just do it!" Opal exclaimed, bursting with annoyance.

Rick's jaw clenched, "fine."

Opal took a deep breath, letting out the anger that Rick had caused. She took out her knife from her back pocket, crouching down next to Quinn.

Her hands started to lightly shake as she realized what was about to happen. SHe knew that having to put down Quinn was the best option, yet she didn't want to.

"Guys, let's give them some privacy," Lori announced, turning around and walking back to the camp, the group following behind. Yet, Rick still stood with his arms on his waist.

"You don't have to do this," Rick repeated.

Opal nodded, "I know. But I don't want anybody else to do it. They don't need the guilt of having to kill somebody."

The girl looked down, tears forming in her eyes.

"Opal!" Rick exclaimed, getting out his gun and quickly shooting Quinn's reanimated corpse.

Yet the sheriff didn't fire fast enough. Quinn's decaying teeth had already bitten down into Opal's forearm, tearing out parts of skin as gravity pulled him down to the ground.

Burning pain shot throughout her whole body.

Rick let out a string of curses as he fell to Opal's side, "we have to get to the house," he said, helping her off the ground.

Opal started to shake harder. "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna die."

Rick was quick to respond, "no you're not."

Opal nodded, "yes I am. Don't waste meds on me," she spoke as Rick pulled her laong into Hershel's home. "Hershel! Save her," He yelled as Hershel came out of the kitchen.

"She's bit, we can't," Hershel told him, as watched the rest of the group pile into the house.

"You have to!" Rick yelled, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Rick," Opal started, "you can't." She dropped to the couch, blood leaking onto the cushion next to her.

He ran a hand through his hair as Daryl burst through the door, "the hell is goin' on?" his eyes instantly landed on Opal. Fear entered his eyes. He didn't want to have to deal with another loss. Sophia's death had already taken a mental toll on him.

"How?" he asked, going to Opal's side.

"Quinn," OPal spoke, her voice getting weak.

Daryl looked down, a sigh escaping from his mouth. Anger started to fill his veins as he started to regret letting himself get close to another person. He should have known that this would have happened. Everybody had always left him.

He stormed out of the house, his crossbow in hand. He continued to stomp until he reached the woods and nobody was around. He finally let the tears he'd been holding in. Daryl looked at his hands, water droplets falling on them.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the guilt that was forming, he looked to the tree, observing the bark. His anger rose higher and higher until it bubbled over the surface, he lashed out, his fist connecting with the tree. His tears quickly stopped as they got covered by the anger. All he saw was red, hot anger.

Daryl's hands shook from the pain of punching the tree. Yet, he couldn't feel a thing. He landed another punch into the tall tree, the bark cracking. At that moment, he just wished that he couldn't feel. He didn't want to feel the sadness, anger, guilt. He needed to be emotionless.

He had nothing to live for. He used to have Merle, then he got locked on top of the roof. There was Opal, and Sophia. He never talked to Sophia, yet he'd grown up with the same experiences. Being abused while growing up. Yet, then Sophia passed, leaving him with just Opal. He didn't mind only having one person to protect, if anything it gave him peace. He didn't have to look over so many people. Yet now Opal was gone. His only source of hope and happiness. 

oh wow. the end is coming just so you know :/