#lorixgrimes

If he could be honest with himself, which he could, Rick hadn't been the same since what happened at the farm. It was winter, and they were in a barricaded house, freezing their asses off, Rick had long since given his wife his blanket, thinking it was enough, that he would find them shelter, keep them safe, then he and his wife could talk. Work through things. That had been his plan, it truly had, but that plan was beginning to fall apart, Lori was starting to look at him with this sort of deep sadness, and he didn't know how to fix it or make it better. And he couldn't remember the last time they had shared the same bed since after the farm.

      Out in the middle of nowhere with no shelter from the outside world and no medicine on hand was a horrible time to get hurt. That was the horrible thing about the apocalypse. The days were unpredictable and running day in and day out made them more susceptible to accidents and injury. As Jake lay in the woods on his back, his eyes staring at the trees above him. He wasn't sure what happened or what had gotten him, but he knew he time was getting cut short. A tear slid down the side of his cheek, but there wasn't any pain. Actually he couldn't feel much at all. Jacoby blinked a few times in response to her screams, but he never turned his head or let his eyes try to find her. All he could do was mutter two words.