Yasa: i run up the stairs. "what is it Tory?"

Daryl: i am right behind him. i kick open the door to see that one dude laying there, a bullet in his brain. "damn i have heard of getting done early but dang..."

Tory: "shutup" i say sadly, staring at Claradon, tears stream down my face

Daryl: "sorry just tring to make you feel better."

Yasa: "i am sorry Tory there is nothing we can do for him now..."

Tory: i couldnt look away, i collapse on the floor as i couldnt hold myself up anymore, tears streaming down my face, i felt as if my heart would shatter and stop beating and my chest would explode, i curl into a ball, my body racks with sadness

Yasa: "Tory, please..." i reach out a hand to her.

Daryl: "i would say you can have the honor of killing him so he could not be a Walker but looks to e like there is very little for any virus to have." i laugh a little.

Tory: i take his hand and wobbly stand up, wiping tears off my face, i hug him "why did he have to do it" i say muffled in his shoulder, i start to shake, crying harder

Yasa: "i dont know. it may have had something to do with pressure." i lean closer to her ear and whisper "there is always Daryl....."

Tory: i laugh a little but it still hurt, i hug him tighter, i didnt want to let go of him, i still shake a little

Daryl; "i heard that."

Yasa: I turn smiling. "What is a Walker?"

About that time there is a bang down stairs, mixed with a bang and a battle cry.

Tory: i tense "what was that" i ask shyly, trying to forget about what had happened