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Daryl needed to find a place to huddle up for the night. The night was dangerous and he didn’t want to be caught out by walker or any assholes. He moved to play with the handle of a door. It was locked.

“Hmm...” he grunted, moving to the window, drawing his knife and jimmying it open. He pushed it up and climbed in, shutting the window behind him and grabbing hold of a table to put it upright against the window. He tensed up when he heard a noise behind him though, gripping his knife and whipping around to lunge at whoever or whatever was there.

“What’s yar issue?” he asked, noticing Jeff following him around. He also sounded angry and bitter whenever Rick was mentioned or they were around the man. Like he had done something wrong or something.

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Loneliness was not something that Lori desired but it was something she she was left with. It consumed her like a disease. The thing about sickness was that without medicine people couldn’t get better, what was the medicine for loneliness? She would hazard a guess it was friendship. It was the comfort of another living thing. There wasn’t many living things, not anymore. 

 She walked a path along the woods, completely immersed in her own thoughts. She never thought of good things, not anymore. She let her mind play tricks on her and dove into the deepest darkest holes of her mind, the places where the monster lived. A snap of a twig shot her head round and she held her gun in the air. She waited as the footsteps got close to her.

*serious side eye*