The grieving mother lunged forward, wanting so desperately to wrap her arms around her daughter, but it was already too late. Arms thrown around her, all strength was lost as she fell onto the dirt, weeping hysterically.
Pulling the trigger, with one look, everyone knew, she was dead. Mouth wide open, there was not a motion in her face; not a twitched, no nostrils flaring and no spirit left inside of her body. Her life just slipped out of her body, leaving in such a hurry that her mouth was just left ajar. It was just a shell from which she no longer was a part of. Her mouth was unclenched and drooping; there was no control over her expressions. It looked so cold, so unemotional.
Walking in view of the body on the ground, the child laid motionless and stiff. She looked as if she was sleeping peacefully but the lifeless unemotional expression made her realize that she was never going to take a breath again. Now only memories remain, she was no longer connected to that flesh.
Head aching, Ami leaned down to gently place a hand on Carol's back as Daryl passed her a sympathetic glance. She wept, the salt of her life soaking the southern shirt, hot torrents of grief coursing out her eyes like the breaking of a dam, mingling with the uncomfortable softness of the fabric, her racking sobs shaking her thoroughly with the knowledge that she had lost her entire world and that nothing would ever be the same again.
Gasping for air, Carol turned her head and sobbed some more as Ami eyed the deceased corpse, eyes brimming as she rasped. "So... Phia..."
The scene spoke of rage and carnage as bodies scattered around the barn yard. Ami's lower lip quivering, she wanted to rid her mind of all the images.
"Dammit!" Another sob, and then another as Ami choked and rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand as she tried to reign in her composure.
Sadness steeping deep within all their hearts, no one wanted to believe she was gone.