The dead always wins.

[I pat your shoulder as I make my way up the stairs.] Thanks for checkin’ the rooms. [I touch the railing to guide myself better and then I turn to the left to enter Sarita’s room. I lower my head, quietly closing the door behind me. God, being in this room without her is painful. I never did get a chance to properly mourn her. I was too busy helping Rebecca with her breathing.]

[My gaze moves to Sarita’s small pile of books, and I remember the many nights where I’d rest my head in her lap and she’d tell me who Kali, Saraswati and Durga were. Some nights, I’d just hold her in bed and she’d sing songs in her native tongue. Oh, I miss those nights… I close my eyes, remembering a nursery rhyme she had told me about. It was called, “Fish is the Queen of Water.”]

"Machli jal ki rani hai, jeevan uska paani hai. Haath lagao gey, dar jayegi. Bahar nikaalo gey, mar jayegi.”

[Right, okay, Walter is red-shirt guy.] I'll steer clear of his possessions. [I turn away from you to begin approaching the two bodies downstairs, Walters seen in the distance as I make my way to green-coat guy.]

[I place a hand over his head to turn it, not flinching as the gunshot wound is pointing towards me.] Ouch. [I move his beanie tightly over the bloody hole, not wanting to see that anymore.]

[My hands tuck neatly under his armpits, and I make sit up against the wall--backwards. There's no chance I'm taking off the coat from the front, that's going against logic.] Okay... [I open the two small pockets before taking it off completely, making sure ther--Quickly I quit searching in it, feeling a cold item hit the side of my hand, almost like the lessened sharp side of a knife.]

Oh. [I sigh in relief, pulling out the small blue card and squint to read it better: It's a drivers license] Nice, you should get Kenny one of these so he knows to watch the road. [Of course, here I am making jokes of that one time that we drove.]

So... [I put the license on the floor, slowly taking the coat off his back.] Johnny, how's the afterlife? I see this fluffy thing didn't come with you, mind if I take it?

[With the obvious acknowledgement of no response, I pull my hood up so it doesn't get stuck under the fur-lined coat, then beginning to wrap it around my shoulders. When I'm done the hood comes down again.] God...this is so much warmer. [I stand up finally, giving a stretch in my finally changed clothes]

          “Woah, that was badass! Where the hell did you learn how to do that?!”

[Meanwhile, I finish putting the walkers into piles and I shake my jacket to cool myself down. I turn to look at the lodge, and it looks welcoming. I think about Walter and Matthew, and Sarita. I think about Clementine and the group she was with. All of those people — dead. I shake my head, and I walk to the back to get in through the secret entrance.]

[I am intrigued to explore more into it, find out more; The picture in the bible is where my curiosity is mostly triggered, but I have to stop myself. I can check it out later, or let Kenny do it himself, for now I better get down and see if he needs any help. All of my work here is finished for the time being.]

[After a short minute of looking around the room, one hand on the knob, I pull back slowly and close the door. Flicking the light switch down before having it closed all the way. After that, I finally reply.] Not dead yet. [I begin walking closer to the stairs, looking down to see a glimpse of you before turning my head to look somewhere else.]

[I speak more as my eyes are still set on the unchecked room, but my words having nothing to do with it.] ...the two rooms I went in were danger-free, one of the doors had to come down with a bit of force. Other than that, I think it's okay.

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⊰(?) Rebecca will remember that.⊱

[Instead, I hesitantly leave the room after glancing around, then gently closing the door. It seemed emptied from the dead, so what more was there to do? Coming back for clothes later was nice...maybe asking Kenny first, or not. Not like he will recognize Walters clothes, the only thing he would notice is HER clothes being changed, but not the fact it belonged to friends.]

[The dead guy downstairs, the one near Walter, he had a fluffy grey-ish-green big coat. It seemed really warm, and not very dirty or torn, that was a good sign. And it didn't seem like Kenny knew him, either, which was another good sign...she will surely pick it up later, gonna have to be quick and get it before Kenny takes him outside into the "compost", though.]

[I turn for the second door, glancing at the third, wondering why Kenny insisted on checking it instead of me. He seems to have enough work to do as it is, but not like protesting something I don't know will help.]

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