Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

Better Angels

I didn't want to leave the body but Daryl was trying to drag me the whole way back. There came a point where I collapsed and just laid there on the ground. Daryl stopped and turned to me.

He knelt down and took my left hand in his right. I thought he was going to drag me to my feet but all he did was stay there.

"We need to get you cleaned up. And re-wrap your hand." He told me and I shook my head.

"I don't want to. Just go help the others secure the place." He nodded and looked off into distance of Dale's body. He must have saw somebody because he kissed my hand and walked away.

Somebody else was hovering over me and then they knelt down. It was Lori and she had a rag. Before she could touch my face I rolled the other way.

"Do you not want me to do it?" She asked.

"I don't need anybody to do it because I'm fine." I told her and she sighed. There was silence and then there was a lot of weight on me. I rolled onto my back and Glenn was sitting on top of me with a rag.

I looked up and tried to move but Lori and Daryl were just sitting there watching. Glenn started to rub by face with a rag and I kept trying to get away until one of his teardrops fell on my face and I stopped dead frozen.

Lori started to walk away but Daryl stayed where he was. Glenn kept rubbing but more gently now, I hoped that the blood was almost gone. He tried to get my hairline but I knew it wouldn't work.

Glenn stood up and reached a hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me up.

"After the funeral I'll try and re wrap your hand." I nodded my head, there was no point in denying it anymore. Daryl put one arm around my shoulder and Glenn stood on the other side with another arm around my back.

Glenn had his head on my shoulder and I'm pretty sure that he was still crying. Otherwise he was spitting down my arm.

There we all were. Adding a fifth grave. Another funeral. Rick said some words about Dale, but none of us were really looking for an opportunity to speak our minds. Some of us would come back to this spot and say some, but until then we were good with Rick's words.

After the ceremony Carl came up to me.

"What's up, Carl?" I asked because he looked scared.

"Can you keep a secret?" He asked. Man people are always suspicious around me.

"You know I can." Carl nodded his head and stayed silent for a second. I went to ask him to spill it but then he looked back at me.

"The walker it was in the woods, it was stuck, but I-I could've-" Of course he would blame it on himself. He should have told me as soon as he left the woods. But it wasn't his fault and it would never be.

"Shh." I pulled him into a hug.

"It's not your fault." I told him. I know how guilt can tear somebody apart.

"I could've prevented it." He told me and I shook my head.

"Dale shouldn't have even been out there." I told him and we walked back to the campsite.

Hershal had made the decision to have all of us move into the house because it would be to dangerous for us out here. 14 people in one house, that sounded like it would be a lot. But, we gotta do what we gotta go.

We packed up everything that we had outside and brought it into the house. It took time but we had it. We also were making more safety measures to make everybody feel like it would be safer.