Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 81: I'm not letting Shane look like the good guy.

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(DAY 662) Tyreese died today. He, Rick, Noah, Michonne, and Glenn went out on a trip to check out Noah's old group. We finally got there. I guess things didn't go so well because Tyreese got bit and died before they returned to the group. We held a funeral, Gabriel shared some words, and we kept going. We're tired, getting low on food and water, and it's getting hotter.

I only had Phillip left to write a letter for, but now I have Tyreese, and I remembered Karen and Martinez had died, too, so I'll do some of those now. This one will be for Tyreese and Karen.

Dear Karen,

You were one of the first people I met after everything went down. When I came to Woodbury, you were the first person to befriend me, of course, other than Titus and his kids, since I lived with them. Still, you were friendly with me right off the bat.

With everything that happened with Woodbury, before I left and after I returned, you were always on my side. You did join the army when they attacked the prison, yeah, but you didn't personally hurt anyone on our side. When we found you in the midst of Phillip's massacre on the side of the road, I didn't even know how to express how glad I was. I had already lost Paul in that very gunfire, and Allen had died, too, and Phillip and Martinez were gone. Anyone from Woodbury I had cared about was gone by then, all except for you. We had been so close before I left Woodbury. When I came back, most of my time there was spent taking care of the town while you watched Titus's kids.

I don't know what else to say. I just appreciated you. You were always there for me if I needed and when I needed. I was also glad that you and Tyreese had each other. I could tell you made each other happy, and when you died, I heard he didn't take it well. I was gone by that point, but from what I heard, it wasn't a good day. He loved you. I did, too. The group didn't know you as well, but we miss you.

Dear Tyreese,

I don't understand why the good die the worst ways. Every beautiful, wonderful person we meet ends up going out in the most miserable, painful way. I wasn't there to see how you were bit, and you were dead before getting to us, but I know it couldn't have been a peaceful death, at least not the whole time. You only died hours ago, yet I can tell the group won't come back from this for a while.

We weren't the closest, either, but we were good friends. We had gotten closer just over the bit of time when the prison went down. When we reunited at that cabin, we spent all that time talking and bonding while waiting for the others, and we played Go Fish at the church. I enjoyed your company, and I appreciated you taking care of Judith. That was supposed to be my job, I've realized, and I never really did much to help with her. You did, though, and you weren't even there to meet her mother at any point. You did meet her father, I guess, but not until after you had already taken care of her for so long. You did things out of the kindness of your heart. That's what I'm trying to say.

I wish you were here. Sasha is destroyed. We all are. I can tell Rick's taken it pretty hard, too. We're all devastated, and though it's only been a few hours, I can tell this will be something that doesn't just pass over. We have nothing to do, no place to be or any mission to complete. We're on the road and we have nothing but time to sit and dwell on the fact that you're not with us. It sucks, and it sucks that you're gone. We need you now more than ever.

Meeting you on the road, myself heading to the prison and you leaving, I remember that I sensed you were timid. The vibe you gave me off the bat had been pretty accurate to how I learned you were. You and your group had found trouble believing we'd help strangers as much as we were, yet you still trusted me. I knew there was something about you and Sasha, something that I wanted to help, even if I didn't consciously know it. I couldn't pass up giving you a chance to live.