❝last man standing doesn't matter when it's a pile of bodies you're standing on. so you fight but you be good.❞
[twd seasons 1-?]
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chapter thirteen: enough 3698 words
Lin wiped her tears with the back of one hand, the other still over Carl's eyes. Daryl kept telling Carol not to look but Carol shoved his hands off of her, running back to the rv. Lin didn't blame her. She really didn't. She saved all the blame for Shane. Asshole.
Lin stood carefully, leaving Lori's side. She walked to Daryl, setting a hand on his arm. "Are you okay?" She asked him. His eyes scanned her up and down, searching for a single scratch to pin on Shane, to give him a reason to just deck the man. He nodded and her hand shifted lower on his arm, closer to his stitches. He nodded again and she trusted him, not really thinking too much of the fact that she did.
Beth pulled herself from Jimmy's embrace, staggering around Lin and Rick to one of the walker bodies. It was a woman. From what Lin could see she must have been beautiful once. Beth dropped down at her mother's head, turning it to see her better. The walker had half a jaw still intact and jumped to life at Beth's touch. Its fingers knotted in Beth's hair yanking her to the walker's set of snapping teeth. Shane and Rick grabbed Beth to get her back to safety. Glenn grabbed its arms and Lin plunged her knife through the walker's skull, rendering it immobile once more.
Beth ran to her father. Hershel held his daughter to his chest, the man still visibly in shock. And it got even worse because as Hershel guided what was left of his family back to his house, Shane continued to berate him, accusing him of knowing about Sophia and keeping it from the group. Lin shook her head. Lori took her hand, holding tight onto it, grounding herself in her sister. She wasn't going to let Carl out of her sight for the rest of the day.
"Goin' after her," Daryl mumbled, walking off. Dale began to walk back and forth between the bodies, nervously checking each one of them after the scare they had with Beth. Lori asked Dale to take Carl to the house, relieving him of his nervous duty. He had to have been blaming himself. He gave Shane the guns. But Lin knew that she just as easily could have put Shane down. She was as much at fault as he was. And it stung. It burned like a festering wound.
The afternoon was spent digging graves. Lin helped Jimmy dig, wiping her sweat away with the sleeve of the shirt she wore. It was grueling work but it kept her busy, kept her mind blank except for the motion of digging which was as easy as breathing. Lori tugged on the end of Lin's hair, walking to the rv to get Carol and Daryl.
Lori knocked on the open door, stepping into the motorhome while Lin leaned against the side, catching her breath and pulling off her outer shirt.
"They're ready." Carol didn't move. "Come on."
"Why?" She asked.
" 'Cause that's your little girl," Daryl explained. The ceremony was for the living, not for the dead. Carol looked up at the hunter.
"That's not my little girl. That's some other thing." Carol inhaled slowly and sent her gaze back out of the window by the table. "My Sophia was alone in the woods. All this time I thought- she didn't cry herself to sleep. She didn't go hungry. She didn't try to find her way back. Sophia died a long time ago."
