There they were, huddled around the still corpse laying on the grassy ground beyond the barrier of the prison. There was sorrow in all of their eyes, looking down at their past leader. They stood beside him in grief, not believing what they were seeing. He wasn't savable, it had to be a mistake. It all happened to quickly, Rick went to search outside the prison while the group was inside, and boom. He fell cold to the ground, taking his last breath here on Earth. A bullet, shot by Phillip Blake, as known as The Governor.
Carol was kneeling next to Carl, trying to comfort the broken boy. He's been through a lot and it's a surprise that he's managed. Daryl stood above Carol, shaking his head in dear disbelief. Glenn couldn't take it anymore. He threw his gun to the ground and slammed down on the ground, pounding, wishing everything was back to normal. Maggie went to comfort Glenn, not achieving. Merle was leaning on his younger brother, looking up into the Heavens hoping everything will be alright for them and Rick. Hershel was huddled on the other side, Beth next to him cradling Judith and singing a lullaby.
The corpse was lying there, still as ever. The soul from inside has risen, being saved from this cruel world. It was the end, striving decisions to whether or not there were more.
It was gone, he was gone, it was the end.
"Goodbye, Rick." Daryl whispered as he closed his eyelids and slowly walked away from the corpse with the rest of the group.
He looked back at his friend, his best friend, and stood there.
He whispered, "I'll miss you." And walked away.
I could possibly continue this story once I get far enough into A Change in Direction! Stay close for updates, my dears. :)