Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 15: I don't need you, and you don't need me.

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(DAY 213) This morning, we're holding Dale's funeral. I don't know what much else I can mention besides the fact that he died last night. A lot happened yesterday, but that's all I can focus on.

Two days ago, after I finished the last entry, Rick and Shane brought Clark and Randall back. I guess Randall knows Maggie so he knows where we're located, and they didn't want to let them free. I got a chance to talk to Andrea for a moment, then I went to check on the barn, and Shane was inside talking to Clark, apparently about me. It sounded like Clark was trying to infer that Shane liked me, but I wasn't completely sure so I ignored it. By the end of my visit, Clark was pissed as hell and screaming shit at me, and while I was leaving the barn, he shouted for the whole camp to know that I was pregnant not long ago and had a miscarriage. I ran inside and got a shower, and Daryl and Andrea came to talk to me while I did so. I kinda blew Daryl off, and Andrea gave me some advice about not shutting Daryl out. I don't know.

The next day, we had decided to just kill Clark and Randall to avoid them coming and killing us with their group. Shane tried to talk to me again, but I left with Andrea for a walk when I saw Rick go toward the barn with a gun. Andrea asked me about my feelings for Shane, which escalated, and then I decided that I need to talk to him about it soon, maybe today. After we came back from the walk, we found out that Rick didn't kill them yet because Carl interrupted it, so I watched them for a little bit until Clark pissed me off again. I practiced with my axes and shit then came back and changed into Andrea's sweatpants and Shane's shirt before dinner, ate quick, and talked to Shane for a second before Andrea tried to get me to play the guitar. I was going to, but we heard a scream out in the field.

Dale was talking a walk and got bit by a geek. His stomach was ripped open beyond possible repair. It was devastating, but he's gone now and there's nothing we can do to bring him back. It hurts so much everytime it hits me that we won't have him around anymore. That's the thing about death. Sometimes the reality of it hurts more than the loss itself.

We're heading to his funeral in a minute or two. I don't know what else to say.

Rest in peace, Dale Horvath - September 2010

Signing out,
Corynn Elaine August (Jenner)
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The walk to the truck felt like a walk of shame. We all filed in, myself in the passenger seat with Shane driving. Andrea, T-Dog, and Daryl rode in the bed. We hit bumps as we followed the path behind the other vehicles.

We finally arrived where we had decided to bury Dale, and I had to hold back tears as I saw the bodies of Dale and the walkers we still hadn't buried from the barn incident, all finally put to rest. Andrea was in the same state as me, destroyed. She was much closer to Dale than I was, and probably a hell of a lot more than anyone else here.

We all stood in a circle around the grave. Tears ran down the women's faces and the men looked damn near the same. This was a tragedy to all of us, not just some. Dale's absence would stick with us.

Rick stepped forward to speak. The atmosphere stayed grim and silent, the only sound being the crying and Rick's words.

"Dale could... could get under your skin," He started. "He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave."

I was bawling already, just letting the reality swarm me and pull me under like the sensation of drowning. Losing Otis sucked, yeah, but I had only known the man for less than a day. His death was a traumatic event, but it didn't feel like a loss. Dale's... Dale's felt like a small bit of me was gone.