Feral Citizens

Day Sixty-Two

Morning had come too slowly. We'd spent the majority of the night trying to find the bodies- and hope that we'd killed every walker in camp.

Andrea's sister was one of the few walkers that hadn't been put down yet. Lori had tried to ask her if we could move her, but she'd gotten no response. It was like Andrea had been stolen from the shell of her defeated body. We'd gathered around the ashes of the trampled campfire to discuss our options.

"Can't just leave Amy like that." Shane reasoned, receiving agreement from everyone around us. "We need to deal with it same as the others."

"I'll tell her how it is." Rick stated, walking off towards Andrea. I had a bad feeling about it, Andrea was frozen where she was for now.

He went to lean down. I didn't hear what he said, but it must've touched a nerve with Andrea, because she pulled her gun and aimed it at his head. "I know how the safety works."

He stumbled back to us and shook his head. Daryl, who'd been listening to us talk with no input of his own, finally snapped.

"Y'all can't be serious. Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl's a time bomb."

"What do you suggest?" Rick asked.

"Take the shot. Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance."

"No. For God's sakes, let her be." Lori spat. I decided to step in, since Daryl looked ready to aim the crossbow at her instead.

"He's not wrong. It only takes a minute for Andrea to look away, and then we're all in trouble, because then it's two problems to deal with." I reasoned. Lori rolled her eyes, and I pushed down the simmering desire to bite back.

"So what are you gonna suggest? We drag Andrea away and shoot Amy?"

"If that's what needs to be done." I replied plainly. It seemed an obvious solution to me. At her disgusted looks, I realised that maybe I should find something else to do, away from Lori Grimes. "Think it over, I'm gon' go help Daryl burn the bodies." She was still red faced when I walked away to where Daryl was trying to drag bodies on his own. I grabbed the legs of the body he was carrying, and together we chucked it onto the burning pile of bodies.

"Thanks." He mumbled. I had a feeling he was talking about more than clearing the bodies.

"No need." I replied. With Daryl, explanations could be left in the dark, where I preferred them.

We went to grab the next one, a man that had been killed in camp, when Glenn noticed where we were taking it. "What are you guys doing? This is for geeks. Our people go over there."

"What's the difference?" Daryl questioned, pulling it towards the fire. "They're all infected." Glenn followed, still persistent and slowly raising his voice.

"Our people go in that row over there, WE DON'T BURN THEM!" His voice raised suddenly, and I dropped the legs of the dead man, turning to Glenn, noticing others had done the same. "We bury them. Understand? Our people go in that row over there."

Daryl 'hmphed' and indicated to take body to where Glenn wanted it. He dropped him carelessly and spat "You reap what you sow."

"Really?" I asked, "You choosin' now to be an ass?"

Daryl leaned away, taken aback. He looked at the others casting disappointed stares at him. "Y'all left my brother for dead. YOU HAD THIS COMIN'!" He seethed, storming away from those of us moving bodies, disappearing into the treeline. He'd likely come back after he calmed down; it seemed that unlike Merle, Daryl was capable of making smart decisions, and not always ready to start a fight.