Nothing but Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

Better Angels

The graveyard of the Greene family was neat in a way. Each body dug exactly 6 feet away from each other. The group has been here before when they buried Sophia, but now they were here for Dale.

The sky was low and dark. The rain from the night before has stopped but there was still a wetness in the air. A thick grey cloud passed overhead of the group and they stood in silence. It gave them a claustrophobic feeling. By this time of day the birds should have been singing and the horizon tinged with reds and pinks from the sun. But the weather was accountable. 

Rick cleared his throat before he began to talk. "“Dale could get under your skin, he sure got undermine……Cause he wasn’t afraid of saying exactly what he thought……How he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave in a man…..Whenever I would make a decision I would look at Dale, and he would be looking back at me with that look he had, we have all seen it one time or another."

Garrett smiled at that. He sure saw that look. A look of warmth and of care. Like a father would look at his child. Dale was the father of this group.

"I couldn’t always read him." Rick continued on. "But he could read us, he saw people for who they were. He knew things about us, the truth…..who we really are. In the end he was talking about losing humanity….he said that this group is broken……the best way to honor him is to un-break it, set aside our differences and pull together, and stop feeling sorry for ourselves, and take control of our lives, our safety, our future, we are not broken, we are going to prove him wrong. From now on, we are going to do it his way. That is how we honor Dale.”

The night that Dale died, Hershel and his people were out fixing the fences, a few cows have gotten out and multiple ones have been killed by Walkers. Maybe it was the cows that brought the Walkers to the farm. There weren't many, just a few, here and there. Mostly gathered around cows that the creeps have taken down. 

Shane was leading a group to the south of the house to take out anymore Walkers that remained. Garrett was taking Lucas, Mitchel and Kenny along with him.  The others would be back at camp, gathering there belongings and moving into Hershel's house. 

Hershel has come to realize that with more than 50 head of cattle on the farm it would be safer for everyone to be inside. Unfortunately it took the death of Dale for him to see that.

Garrett puts a hatchet into a female Walker's head. The bad thing about getting up close to a Walker is that you can see who they used to be. He saw her gray eyes, an olive complexion, and curly golden-blond hair worn loose about the shoulders. 

Kenny swings an iron pipe hitting a male Walker right in the head sending blood flying everywhere. "We done yet?" Kenny asked as he leaned up against the pipe he held in his hands. "We have killed at least a dozen or so."

Garrett scoffs at the idea. Maybe he was still mad at Kenny for seeing Deanna, or maybe it was the fact that Dale was killed last night. "We don't stop until every single one of these things are dead."

 Mitchel stops and studies a body for a few seconds and then he looks up at Garrett. He knew how Garrett felt after losing Dale. Nearly everyone felt the same way. "What you did last night Garrett." Mitchel spoke. "Anybody would have tried to help Dale, his death isn't on you or anyone else."

He was right, Garrett thought to himself. That conversation he had with Connor last night, about everything having a reaction. Randal wasn't killed last night, he was put back in the shed after Dale was attacked. 

Suddenly, Jimmy comes running out of the woods towards the four of them.

Jimmy wasn't the brightest when it came to regular things on a daily bases. He would always seem to make things harder for himself and others around him. Like he had no common sense. He stuck around Beth and Hershel for the most. Every once in awhile Garrett would see Jimmy walking his way to the woods by himself.