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

Chapter 29: They don't deserve your pity anymore.

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(DAY 451) I don't have much time to say anything, but I wanted to write in case something went wrong. The Woodbury Army is heading our way and we're getting ready to fight. I'll continue more about it after, if I'm still alive when this is all over.
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I shoved my helmet onto my head as I stood behind the fence in my section of the courtyard. Tightening the strap, I looked through the foggy material covering my face to peer at the walker-infested field. It still hadn't been cleared out from when Phillip attacked, all the way back when I was stuck babysitting the citizens of Woodbury. The times had changed royally since then, and I wasn't sure if I preferred back staying out of the war or if I preferred being right smack-dab in the middle of it all.

We were waiting to see the trucks and large vehicles rolling through. I was waiting with both patience and impatience. I didn't want any of this to happen, but I also wanted it to be over and done with so we could go back to living happily and having a stress-free time. I had so many things I'd have rather spent my time doing the past few days. Any activity was better than preparing for a war against your ex-fiancé. Even so, I wanted him dead. Never before did I really want any part to do with anyone's death, but today, that was all I wanted. I hoped so badly that no one else got hurt, but I wanted Phillip Blake to rot in hell. That was the first thing on my mind when I was switched duties just a few minutes ago.

I left my cell this morning in jeans and a t-shirt, my converse on, hair pulled back. After writing the three-sentence entry in my journal, I headed downstairs with my holster buckled around my waist. I was ready to head out into the woods with Carl, Hershel, Beth, and Judith, a little worried about what was going to happen while we were away from the place. I had a lot of concerns within me lately, but today was a coated heavily with a little more carelessness from the bit of Fireball I had to drink when I woke up. It was only a swig or two, but enough to loosen me up.

Down in the main room, the remainder of the group was buzzing, preparing for what was going to happen. Daryl and Carol were still outside, and it came to me that the group I was in had already gone outside. I already knew where we were meeting, though, so I was in no rush to meet up with them. I found Merle stood with Michonne, Glenn, and Maggie, looking at the gear we had collected this morning and previous days. When he saw me approaching, he set down what he was holding and came to meet me halfway.

"You ready?" I asked, forcing a smile. He pressed his lips into a line, nodding.

"I'm ready for this to be over."

"You know you kinda started this, right?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, looking away after a second to really think about what I had said.

"I guess, yeah."

"Cory." I heard my name gently called by a rough, familiar voice. Quickly turning to confirm who it was, I saw Rick waiting for me to walk over to him. I did so, unsure what I was going to hear from his mouth. "Put on that gear. You're going with Glenn and Maggie."

"What? You're switchin' me over?"

"I don't want you where the Governor will see you, but you're one of the best aim in our group," He repeated what he had told me when we first arrived at the prison, which personally felt like forever ago. "I'll have you out behind the third blockade. Show absolutely no pity for them. They don't deserve your pity anymore."

"I'm not gunning my old group down," I stubbornly stated, crossing my arms. "I was one of their leaders, Rick. That would be like you joining a different group and coming to take us all out."