She'd had about enough of Carol's whining and bitching and she narrowed her eyes at the teary-eyed woman in front of her. "O really Carol? Really? Did you just pull the 'I lost someone' card on me?" She placed her hands on her hips, shifting her weight.
"Well you know what? We've all lost people!" She snapped. "I've lost both Amy and Dale! Daryl lost his brother! Hershel lost multiple family members! What gives you the fucking right to bitch about your loses?" She heard Carol take in a sharp breath, but she ignored it, ignore the tears that were still running down her cheeks, ignored the shaking hands of the other woman.
"I-I didn't mean…" Carol whispered.
"I don't give a flying fuck what you did or did not mean, Carol! Everybody's had about enough of you, you know that? We're all walking on fucking eggs when you're around! You make me sick!" Her words were harsh, but she didn't care at that moment. "Maybe we would've been better off if it had been you in that tent instead of Ed! At least he could take care of himself instead of always cowering in a corner, hoping and waiting for Daryl to save your pathetic ass!" She growled. "You know what? Daryl's got better things to do than look after you. Shane's got better things to do! Rick's got better things to do! Everybody's got better things to do. So you can either toughen up and save your own ass or you can walk into a herd of Walkers for all I care! Get away from me!"
Carol opened her mouth one last time, but Andrea cut her short. "Leave! Now!" She pointed into the direction of the trees and Carol let her head hang in defeat, turning on her heels and walking away. Andrea watched her walk towards the forest, her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for her former friend to disappear from sight.