Breakfast the next morning was painfully quiet. Nobody sat in Hershel's seat. His loss was felt by everyone. Andrea joined the small gathering, her right eye swollen and bruised, curiosity of Carol's left hook. Nobody said a word to the blonde, and several of the men were tempted to throw her over the fence to the walkers.

They waited to dig Hershel's grave. Rick sat inside with Lori, holding her close after her brush with death. Ty and Abe went outside to dig the hole, right next to a small patch of newly formed grass.

That afternoon, the cloudless sky and warm sun mocking their grim mood, they stood around the final resting place of their father figure. Nobody spoke for a while, and a stillness descended upon the family. Since Hershel was the only man of God, nobody else knew what to say. Glenn was holding a crying Maggie tightly, and Daryl was on his knees, along with Beth, hysterically sobbing and trying to grab onto her father one more time. Rick was standing with his arm around Lori, who was staring at the weathered, small cross that marked the gravesite of Judith Anne Grimes.

Carol was in mourning over her lover, and was just standing still, resigned. She wasn't thinking about Ed, she was thinking about Sophia. She felt completely alone. Hershel was placed in his grave, and most of the family had to walk away before Bob and Abe covered him with dirt.

Lori stayed, slipping out of Rick's grasp and went to sit on top of Judith's grave. Abe patted Rick on the back as he sat down with his wife at where their daughter lay, just feet below where they were sitting. The two sat in silence. They each had a range of emotions; grief, shock, rage over the senseless loss of their good friend, and they were scared. They were scared at how quickly something could happen. Despite all the security they put into the fortress of their home, something can happen within the walls.

The day passed, and the two didn't move. Lori wanted to apologize for her attempted suicide, but couldn't find the words. Twilight had settled, and when the sky began to turn dark, Lori leaned forward to the wooden cross that marked Judith's grave and gave it a kiss. Her knees were in the mud, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Goodnight, baby girl. Daddy and I miss you so much. Give a big hug and a kiss to your big brother, and tell him we miss him too. I love you Judy."

Rick heard what Lori said, and also kissed Judith's cross, telling her that he loves her. "Watch over your mama. Please help me keep her safe. I love you, my sweet girl."

He stood up first, and dropped his hand down to help Lori to her feet. He brushed the dirt off her back, and they went back into the cellblock, hand in hand.

"You need to eat something. You haven't eaten all day." Rick said softly.

Lori didn't respond, but followed Rick as he led her to the kitchen. He needed to keep her within his sight at all times, so he brought her into the food preparation area. She stood silently as he warmed up some chicken soup Carol had made and poured two bowls. He held the tray and grabbed two spoons before walking to the tables.

He quickly ate the meal, and after much coaxing, he breathed a sigh of relief when Lori finally ate her food.

When the showers were free they bathed together, not in a sexual way but because Lori couldn't get her stitches wet. Rick washed her first, then asked her to stay close when he cleaned himself. He wanted to keep an eye on her so she wouldn't hurt herself again.

They got dressed in their pajamas, for Rick a pair of boxers and for Lori a pair of panties and a tank top. The quietly got back to their cell, and sat on their bunk without words. Rick's hand moved over and tenderly took his wife's unbandage hand in his own, and sat with their fingers entwined.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, the first words she uttered all day.

"It's okay. I love you so much." Rick said, as he guided her to lie down, then slipped into the spot behind her and the wall, He draped his arm around her, and held her close throughout the night.

They kissed, and exchanged "I love yous" before Rick wrapped his arm around his wife, and the two laid silently for over an hour before Lori's breathing fell into a rhythmic pattern of slumber, but Rick stayed wake the entire night, thinking of hoe he can help her fragile mental state. She planted the razor during the time he treated her badly. If he didn't follow her she would be the one buried, and he'd have lost the love of his life.

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Daryl did whatever he could to console an almost hysterical Beth. She was angry and crying at the same time. She wanted her dad. She wanted her mom. She wanted to go home. She had to leave the farm so quickly she left behind everything she had. She was angry. Daryl, who was afraid of what her reaction would be on the baby, just hugged her tightly. When the cellblock was quiet, except for a few sobs coming from different cells, she quieted down. He helped her undress, and tucked her into the bed. He got undressed down to his boxers, and slid into the tiny space that was left.

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Maggie was done with crying. She was stoic, just sitting on the bunk and staring at the floor. Glenn got into the bunk, and tried to get her to lie down. She said she just wanted to sit and not do anything. Glenn nodded, and kept one hand on her waist as he fell asleep on the small bunk. Maggie's head was swimming over what she could do. She thought about going into the shower room and using just one bullet. Just one would solve her problems. She knew Daryl would protect Beth, but she didn't want to leave her sister alone in this world. But she didn't want to live in this world. She has Glenn and Beth, but nothing else.

She thought about jumping off the guard tower. Quick and painless. She didn't know how to tie a noose, so hanging herself wasn't an option. She wanted to be free of this horrible world. She wanted her dad, her mom, her step mom and her stepbrother. She was thinking that if she was gone, it would be one less strain on the supplies they have. She and her dad...two less people in the group, two less people to use the food they have. That meant more for the others. She heard Glenn start to snore, and laid down next to him. He was sound asleep, but reached out and put his arm around her, pulling her closer. She spent the night staring at the bottom of the upper bunk, thinking of the life she once had, and the life she has now. It was appropriate that they were in a prison...she felt like she was serving time.