I'm trying to work through some reactions to Georgie's 'death', but I promise I'll try to incorporate descriptions of the town so you don't get bored. xoxo

Sophie

There he was. Sophie peered out of the window at Daryl stumbling down the street. She shrank back from the window, afraid he would see her. She held her breath as T-Dog and Andrea ran down the street after him. What was going on? She watched them, talk for a while and then walk to the edge of town. She let out a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't come to find her. Not yet. She spun around on the chair and stared into the room. Glenn and Maggie were still asleep upstairs. She didn't know if she should wake them up or not. Everyone kept giving her strange sad looks. She knew why. Her mom had died. And then Georgie had died. She brought her knees to her chin and hugged her legs.

She missed them both. She had tried really hard not to think about her mom dying. She had even pretended Georgie was her mom, so that she could act like nothing had happened. And it had kind of worked for a while. She'd had Georgie almost all to herself. She had looked after her, taught her how to shoot. It had been almost just as good as when her real mom had been alive. Of course she sometimes had bad dreams and woke up crying, but Georgie had been there always, stroking her hair, rocking her to sleep. By the time they had gotten to the houses, the bad dreams were all but gone. Living in a real house, with Georgie being her mum, Sophie had been able to pretend nothing bad had happened.

She hadn't really noticed when Daryl kept coming over to the house. He and Georgie had always been friends. He had been nicer to her then before, but she had assumed that was because her mom was dead and he had to be nicer.

Then one day, before all the bad things had started to happen, like not being allowed to go outside the walls, she had been sat on the kitchen counter drinking juice, whilst Georgie was chopping up a rabbit that she and Daryl had caught in the woods. She was suppose to be watching how to do it, but it made her feel ill, so she hadn't been paying much attention. Daryl was sat on the sofa in the sitting room, drinking a beer. Sophie hadn't approved of this at all. Daryl had his own beer in his own house, so in her opinion, he should stay there, and quit bugging Georgie all the time. Suddenly Georgie had swore and jumped back from the rabbit. She had cut her finger, and there was a LOT of blood. Sophie had immediately jumped from the counter and started to look in the cupboard for a clean dish cloth. She knew how to treat some little injuries after being around Adele and Georgie.

"Lemmie look." Dumb Daryl had started to stick his nose in. As if he knew anything about treating injuries. He never helped Ben in the medical room, not like Georgie. But when Sophie had turned around with the dish cloth, he'd had Georgie's hand in his and was examining the cut intently. Even stranger, he'd been holding her hand as if it was going to break, all gentle and delicate. Sophie remembered how irritated she'd felt. There was quite a lot of blood and it was getting on the floor she pointed out. So Daryl had ignored her dish cloth and guided Georgie to the sink to wash the cut, then somehow produced a band aid from one of the cupboards. Sophie remembered thinking Georgie had put up with all this exceptionally well, considering how much of a moron Dumb Daryl was being. She'd left the kitchen in disgust, wondering if she could find a book to read until he left.

"Shouldn't be too bad," she'd heard Daryl mutter. "S'not deep. Jus' don pick it or nothin'. I mean, i know ya'll wanna, but jus' don't."

"You know, I think I had the whole put-plaster-on-cut-finger thing covered." Georgie hadn't sounded angry, or irritated like Sophie had expected. She'd hidden outside the door, to see if Georgie was going to tell him off.

"Yeah, well, ya took so long ta even move towards the sink, I thought I should step in. Look after ya." Daryl had sounded like he was trying to be cool or something, but he just sounded mumbly and embarrassed. Sophie wondered if Georgie would hit him. She didn't need to be looked after by anyone and she would probably tell Daryl that very clearly. Which is why she hadn't understood Georgie's response.

"Being looked after for once sounds nice. Then again, you're the one that got yourself set on fire, scaring me to death in the process. Sure you don't need me to look after you?"

Sophie hadn't been able to contain her curiosity; she'd peeked around the door frame. What she saw both confused and horrified her.

Georgie had her arms around Daryl's neck-which looked very dirty- and he had his arms wrapped around her waist and they were KISSING.

Sophie had run to her room, and hidden herself under her covers. Her head was swimming with horrid images: Georgie and Daryl getting married, having to call Daryl dad, Georgie having a baby, which resembled a bald mini Daryl. She suddenly realised that if for some inexplicable reason Georgie did (heaven forbid) love Daryl, she wouldn't have her to herself. She'd have to share her with Daryl. Georgie might even love Daryl more than she loved her, and then what would happen? Huddled in her bed, consumed by a fear that she couldn't explain, that couldn't be washed away even when Georgie came to talk to her about how she and Daryl were kind of a couple, but nothing serious and she still loved Sophie first and foremost, Sophie closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed that something would happen and she wouldn't have to share Georgie with anyone-and especially not Dixon.

At first it hadn't worked. If anything Daryl had been over more. He was nice to her, and she tried to be polite, but every time he hugged Georgie, or put his arm around her waist, or on her shoulder, no matter how embarrassed or hesitant he was, Sophie wanted to grab something and swat his hand away. She had prayed harder and harder; she didn't want to share her new mom.

When she had been younger, if she hadn't shared candy or a game with someone, her father had taken it away from her. He use to tell her that if she couldn't share, then she didn't deserve the treat. On the day that Georgie had been stabbed and killed, Sophie had realised that God was a lot like her father. If she couldn't share Georgie, then she couldn't have her.

And that was one of the reasons why she was hiding from Daryl. She'd killed Georgie.