“it’s hard not to take that as a threat when you’re saying she’s meant to be dead.”

“okay,” is all she said at first, eyeing him cautiously. “hold on. you... love me? really? in... what way?”

lydia squinted at her phone. "oh, jesus," she murmured, dialing joel's cell phone number. she waited for the phone to ring, and when she heard the receiver click and joel answer, she sighed. "joel, where are you?"

"joel, it's okay. i'm just... ordering some lunch," she whispers to him, in the middle of the restaurant. "why don't you sit down? it'll look more, uh, natural if you do. so the people... you know, on the radio, won't suspect anything."

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No argument came from her lips, as she moved over to the chair he had her sit in. Her fingers still gripped the hammer for dear life as if wondering when the next person would attack her. "I had nowhere else to go," Abby finally spoke, staring forward questioning if perhaps it might be better just to leave.

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“I'm not afraid of the dark” her voice was soft, understanding “I know what loss is.. The pain, the grief.. I also know that keeping it inside will only make you feel worse.. I want to be there for you. If you allow me ” Carol was an abused wife before the breakout, then she lost her daughter.. Her whole life.. Everything changed from that point forward but she wasn't as strong as she pretended to be. When her group died to the hands of bandits and Clickers everything came back weighting down on her shoulders. The Community did well keeping her mind busy but one could never truly erase the past.