❝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 twenty two: together but completely separated 1274 words
The fire was the greatest reprieve in the nighttime. It was warm, a guiding light to pull the group through the hell the past few hours had been. It was a little comfort, nothing more than a fleeting thing really but each and every one of them were willing to take it with greedy hands. The wood Daryl and Lin found was dry, perfect to keep the blaze going. Each person held onto each other. Hershel held his daughters. Glenn had Maggie's hand captive. Lori had one full side pressed against Carl, her hand over Lin's in the leaves. It was a thread, the bond of the living between them all.
"We're not safe with him- keeping something like that from us," Carol expressed her doubts to Daryl and while it was probably meant to be a conversation between the two of them, she wasn't exactly whispering. "Why do you need him? He's just gonna pull you down."
Lin didn't worry about Daryl was going to say in return. She worried only about the fate of the group, the rest of the world around them too.
"No. Rick's done alright by me." Daryl broke a few of the smaller sticks to add to the center of the fire.
"You're his henchman and I'm a burden. You deserve better." Carol was scared, they all were.
"What do ya want?" Daryl questioned, not able to tell where she was going with her attempt at convincing him.
"A man of honor." It was such a backhanded compliment, a sting at Rick and a praise to Daryl.
"Rick has honor." Daryl defended, standing up from beside Carol. Lin watched him go then searched for Rick in the darkness. He was close by, just behind one of the stone walls. He needed the space from the group but she knew that he could still hear them. There wasn't any way he couldn't.
"I think we should take our chances," Maggie suggested to Glenn. Lin shut her eyes and hung her head down, stretching her neck forward.
"Don't be foolish," Hershel warned his eldest daughter. "There's no food, no fuel, no ammo." He just reiterated how helpless they were. In the faraway darkness, leaves rustled, a telltale sign of movement. Beth shot up instantly, all of her nerves on edge at the thought of there being something out there.
"What was that?"
Lin brought her head up, the strain in her neck aching enough that it reminded her that she was still awake. She looked to Daryl, swinging her bow up and around her arm. "Could be anything," Daryl stated. Everyone stood, ready to run if they had to. "Could be a raccoon, could be a possum."
"Walker," Glenn finished when Daryl didn't want to. Lin pulled an arrow from her quiver, the tip still red with walker blood. Rick emerged in the opening of the walls, his own senses on high alert.
"We need to leave. What are we waiting for?" Carol asked. Lin kept her eyes moving from tree to tree, each black figure fooling her and making her think it was a walker. Survival was making them paranoid.
