Flower Child || D. Dixon

Clean Up, Stand Offs, & Goodbye's

"Gross."

Walkers blood splattered across my gray t-shirt and my slightly tattered boyfriend jeans as I brought the pickaxe down on its flesh rotting head. I pulled down the blue handkerchief that cover my nose and mouth and let out a sigh. It seemed as if we had been working on killing, burning, and burying bodies all night (which wasn't to far from the truth).

Throughout the cleanup process, eyes kept glancing towards Andrea who was in the exact same spot from last night. She hadn't moved a inch from her Amy's side and everyone was waiting to see when the poor teenager would come back as...well a monster.

Turning around, I went and took a seat next to Carol on a broken car seat and grabbed my water. Sitting next to the widow with labored breaths, I gave her a head nod in acknowledgment which she returned with a soft smile.

I always did my best when it came to comforting people. Although, I didn't really know the rules when it came to losing someone like a close friend or family member. Especially if that someone had just lost a husband. But, as I glanced over at Carol once again it seemed as if the lost of Ed was the last thing on her mind. As if a heavy weight was lifted of her shoulder.

And maybe there was.

"She still wont move?" I looked over to see Rick had joined us, dirt and blood also caked his body.

"She won't even talk to us. She's been there all night. What do we do?" Lori answered as she took a seat next to me after her failed attempt at speaking to Andrea.

Shane looked over at the woman with a pitiful eyes. "Can't just leave Amy like that. We need to deal with it same as the others."

"And who's going to be the one tell her that?" I questioned looking at the few gathered around me.

"I'll tell her how it is." Rick says walking over to her.

All of us watched the sheriff's deputy walk over to Andrea, but it seemed before he could get a sentence out she had a gun aimed at him. I stood up in anticipation along with Shane and Lori, wondering what Andrea's next move would be.

The two exchanged words and Rick slowly backed away until Andrea put down her gun and continued stroking her sisters blood soaked hair.

Rick walked back over to us and after witnessing the exchange, Daryl decided to put in his two cents.

"Y'all can't be serious. Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl's a time bomb."

I looked over at the redneck with my hand over my eyes in a attempt to block out the sun. "Yeah? And what do you suggest?" I questioned.

He looked at me as if the answer was obvious. "Take the shot. Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance."

"No." Lori interrupted the hunter and sat right back on the car seats. "For good's sakes, let her be."

Silence followed after the woman's statement and Daryl scoffed before walking back to the bodies waiting to be dealt with.

I took a seat next to Lori once again and chipped away at the dirt that was lodged underneath my fingernails.

Looking over at Andrea, it made me think of my family back in Florida. Everyone had expected me to be on that flight and before I had the chance the world decided to go to shit. It made me wonder if they had suffered the same fate as Amy or the rest of the survivors who's dead bodies littered the camp. Imagining my brother and sister's corpses roaming the world alone made a shiver run down my spine. Imagining my mom and dad's just made me sick to my stomach.