Regression to the Mean 3: Apocalypse

Nebraska

I am so sorry, this chapter has bee up of a while on Fanfiction  .  net  but nI must have missed it off here. There will also be two chapters following this. The next one I had the same problem with but the one after is new and fresh xoxox

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Rick P.O.V

I was struggling in this moment with my emotions. How could my best friend, my brother, do such a heartless and cruel act. Opening the barn doors and releasing the dead upon us. Hershel's wife and stepson. This man Grace once knew. Grace, I struggle with her as I look in her tear flooded eyes as she whimpers. Her voice sometimes cracking with those heart retching supernatural cries. I pull my eyes away from here and look to where Allison has now dropped down to here knees next to the mans body, her shoulders shaking as she silently sobs.

"Liam, take her to the RV" I instruct the werewolf and sit back, releasing Grace's head and for a second I think she's going to look over towards the barn but she doesn't move as Merle release her legs and heads over to Allison, lifting the brunette to her feet and guides her away from the body as Liam doesn't give Grace the choice to walk, he stands up in a swift move and lifts the blonde into his arms and carries her bridal style and heads up to the camp with Merle guiding the huntress behind him.

Everyone is silent apart from Beth who in her own grief pushes away from the boy Jimmy and rushes closer to the dead and despite my small attempts, I don't hold her back, she deserves to grieve. She pushes past me and makes her way to the woman Grace had earlier pointed out to me as we stood in the loft of the barn... Annette Greene. Hershel's second wife and Beth's mother.

My attention from Beth is shifted to Shane behind me and I watch as he lies a thermal blanket over the body of the man that affected Grace so much. But he doesn't hold my attention long as a piercing shriek from Beth followed by the familiar growl of a walker as everyone rushing to the teens aid as the reanimated corpse of her mother tries to bite and scratch her. I join Shane in holding Beth back in an attempt to drag her away but the walker has her hands in Beth's hair, holding on tightly.

Glenn works on the walkers arms, prying them off of the teen and holding them away from himself as T-Dog kicks the walker down as Glenn struggles to hold the walker down. The walker is finally put down when Andrea steps up with a scythe and swings it into and through the back of Annette's skull with a kill shot and the walker seizes movement and once again the only sounds that are emitted are the sounds of heavy breathing and Beth's panicked sobs.

I watch as Hershel leads his family away. His arms wrapped around the hysteric Beth along with Patricia. Sighing I turn to the others, Amy is no wrapped in Andrea's arms, the teen shaking with tears in her eyes for her friend's loss.

It was no secret around the farm that Amy had grown close to Hershel's youngest. Both girls were often seen around the grounds laughing and talking like well... teenagers. It was something I had yet to see Grace do with anyone besides Sophia and Carl. The only time I had ever seen Grace have any personal time was when she was sitting reading or what I can assume is sketching in her little book she keeps close by. I had never seen her Laugh or gossip. She worked, trained and protected as if she was wired that way.

She was a soldier.

And I admit, I don't like the thought of it. She had to grow up fast with all the information she had given me about the supernatural world, about Scott. The brother that despite all his efforts to keep the girl out of his world, to protect her. The little blonde girl had to learn how to run before she could even attempt to walk.

I look back at the man's body. Was this him? Was this the one Grace had told him so much about? Was this man Derek Hale? Or was he someone else Grace had admired? I didn't know. Grace had never shown me any photo's of Derek. All I could do was only assume.