---- the news hadn’t been spread until the massacre was over, but she heard silent murmurings about the teenager’s state. Poor Rick couldn’t catch a break. And Carl. Her heart sank, a state of worry that she was all too familiar with began to sink in as she paced back and forth near the steps of the infirmary. Not a single one of them- and what a sight they were; drenched in blood, mostly walker’s, somewhat their own- knew what to say.
Unable to continue witnessing the sea of walkers that littered the streets of Alexandria, Tara pushed her way inside the clinic. Denise sat in a corner, looking shaken and exhausted. She wanted to say something, but now wasn’t the time. She inched her way to where they had placed the boy and sat hesitantly beside him.
“I don’t know if you can hear me or not--” Though it hadn’t be as gruesome, Tara had been in a similar situation; She knew how terrifying it could be. “--but I’m just really glad you’re alright.”
{ @onexyedreliant }
