MJ and Jack separated from their family the night before the battle between Michael and Lucifer. Little did they know, that would be the last that they would see of their family.
Infection spread, and now the dead are walking among the living, and i...
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It's the next morning now, and the group has to clean up the camp. They have to fix what was destroyed and get rid of the walker bodies. Most importantly, they have to bury their dead.
They have a fire going and they're putting the walkers there to burn. Daryl's making sure that none of their people become like the walkers. Andrea's still sitting next to her sister on the ground beside the RV.
The others are trying to figure out what to do about Amy. She was bitten last night, and they don't want her to turn, but Andrea won't leave her side. And they can't just shoot her. Well, they could, but it wouldn't be right.
Jack and Jess still haven't left MJ. He's not hugging her anymore, but he hasn't let go of her hand. Jess is just staying close, never more than a foot away. All of this is still so new for her. It is for everyone beside Jack and MJ, but she's still trying to wrap her head around it. Plus, MJ's the only person she has from her old life. And Jack's seen a lot before this, but none of it compares to what happened last night. He's more scared now than he ever has been before.
"Our people go over there. We don't burn them!" Glenn yells, gaining the attention of the rest of the camp. He's stopping Morales and Daryl from burning one of their people in the fire with the walkers. "We bury them. Understand? Our people go in that row over there."
They then start dragging the body in the opposite direction. "You reap what you sow." Daryl says as they leave the body there.
"You know what? Shut up, man." Morales says.
"Y'all left my brother for dead!" He yells as he walks away from him. "You had this coming."
"Shut the hell up, Daryl." MJ says, and he looks at her.
"I see you didn't lose anyone." He says, and she clenches her teeth as she turns to face him. "So why don't you shut the hell up?!"
"Screw you."
"No, screw you!" He snaps, and Jess pulls Jack back a few steps. "I saved your little blonde friend, and you left my brother to rot!" He moves to walk past her, but she punches him in the face.
He stumbles backward and then falls onto the ground. MJ kneels down before placing her hand on his chest and resting her weight there, keeping him in the dirt. He glares up at her.
"I lost all three of my brothers, both of my parents, my best friends, my entire family — everyone that has ever meant anything to me." Her voice is low as she leans over him. "Jack lost his parents. I'm sorry that your dickhead of a brother is gone and I'm sorry for my part in it. But I'm not sorry that I didn't lose the only two people I have left. You reap what you sow? Your brother was wasting ammo and attacking members of his own group. He got what he had coming." She tells him, and he grinds his teeth.
