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A few hours had passed since the chaos had died down and now everyone stood together silently. No one knew what to say. Andrea had been sobbing over her sister's body all night. She hugged Amy's lifeless body close to her, not caring that she was getting blood all over her. Alice's heart ached for the woman, she knew what it was like to lose a sister.

Rick walked over and squatted down next to Andrea. He wanted to say he understood how she felt, but he knew it would just irritate her. He had no idea how it felt. He felt like an asshole when his first thought after things calmed down was at least it wasn't his wife and son. Rick placed a comforting hand on Andrea's shoulder.

"You know what's gonna happen to her. I have to-"

She shoved his hand away. "You're not doing anything!"

"I'm just trying to make things a little easier for-" Andrea lifted her gun and aimed it at Rick's face.

"I know how to take the safety off." He held his hands up and stood up. "I know what has to be done. I'll do it." Rick nodded and walked away, letting Andrea go back to cradling her sister.

"She just needs time. This is really hard for her."

Rick nodded before speaking. "I know, but I was just trying to help Alice."

"She knows. I suppose she's on edge still. It's her sister, it's only right that she does it."

"If it were Lori or Carl, I don't think I could…" he drifted off. Alice placed a comforting hand on his tense shoulder.

"Hey, let's not think about that now, ok? Come on, we should help."

"With what?"

"Don't know, but I'm sure we can find something to do."

Not far off, Carol was crying, hugging herself. Ed had been bitten and killed. No one really was going to mourn for the man, but it didn't seem right for anyone to voice how he wouldn't be too missed. Daryl walked over to Ed's mutilated body, holding a pickaxe. He had been going around, smashing in the dead's head, guaranteeing they wouldn't be coming back.

Carol looked down at her husbands body. There was a gaping hole in his neck, caked with his blood. Ed had died with a horrified expression on his face, his dead eyes wide and staring at her. Her whole body started to tremble. He was dead and she didn't feel like a part of her had died. No, she felt relieved and a sense of freedom. The way he died was a way no one should. She almost resented herself when she thought that in a way he did deserve this type of death. He had always been so cruel to her with his endless beatings and berating her any chance he got. She hated him. Every part of her hated him and she knew she wouldn't mourn him for long. He never did anything that made him worth missing, he was never a good man, husband, or father.

Daryl glanced at Carol before he raised the ax up, ready to smash Ed's head. Carol reached a shaky hand up to stop him. He looked at her with both curiosity and frustration as he lowered it.

"What?" he asked, sounding annoyed.

"I want to do it." She held back a sob. "He was my husband." Daryl looked unsure but handed her the ax. He started to back away slowly as she swung at his head more times than necessary, crying hysterically with each blow.

Every hit was for all the times he had raised his hand to her, for all the hurt he cause their family, but most of all it was for Sophia. She could handle what Ed did to her, but Sophia didn't deserve what he put her through.

They were both free from him and even though the world was overrun by walkers, it was the most liberated and safe Carol ever felt.

Alice looked around, frowning. There was so much carnage "What do we do about all the… Bodies?"

"We should burn the walkers and bury our own." Glenn answered flatly.

"We should burn them all." Shane suggested.

Lori shot Shane a nasty look. "No, I agree with Glenn. They don't deserve that."

Shane looked at Lori, hurt by her harsh tone towards him. He tried to explain himself to her over and over, but she would hear none of it. He wanted her to love him, not give him dirty looks all the time and be short with him. Lori stared him down, almost daring him to challenge her words. Shane frowned, but stayed quiet.

"I'll go start digging holes for the ones we know." Alice softly volunteered, noticing the exchange between Shane and Lori.

Shane looked so hurt, almost as if he wanted to get on his hands and knees to beg Lori to talk to him. She had noticed Lori acting coldly to Shane and knew for a fact that she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. But unlike all the other affairs Shane had, this one wasn't easy to forget about for him. He had fallen hard for Lori and Alice could see it. He had never loved her that way or that strongly.

Alice was jealous. She was hurt, but mostly envious of the love Shane wanted to give Lori. Though she had made the decision to be stronger, it didn't ease the pain she felt in her heart. She would still let go of Shane, but it wouldn't be easy to watch him chase Lori then try to cuddle up to her.

Feeling the tension, the group disassembled, getting ready to deal with the task at hand.

Dale hesitantly walked over to Andrea and Amy's body, Alice in tow. She had taken a break from digging and decided to accompany Dale to check up on Andrea.

Dale gently placed a hand on Andrea's bare shoulder, crouching down next to her. He wasn't sure what to say, so he decided to just let his heart speak.

"Did I ever tell you how my Erma died?" He asked.

"Cancer." Andrea answered, still not looking up from her sister's body.

"That's right. After all the doctor appointments and chemo, Erma was ready to go. I wasn't. I was so angry for years after she had passed away. I got that RV so I could take her around the country before she died from her cancer, but before I could even finalize the plans, she… passed away. I felt alone for a while." Dale paused, taking a deep breath before continuing to speak. "Then I met three wonderful girls. I had something to look after. You, Amy, and Alice mean a lot to me. I haven't cared about anyone in a long time Andrea, not since Erma died."

Alice felt her heart swell at Dales words. He had cared for her as much as she had cared for him. He would never know how deeply his words had touched her. Her father had never been the kind she always wanted. He was cold, only ever really speaking to his daughters to see if they had been studying the bible. Dale was nothing like that. He talked to her and was actually interested in who she was as a person.

Alice sat on her knees next to her Andrea. She soothingly rubbed her back.

"I wish… I just wish I hadn't missed so many birthdays." Andrea spoke, her voice cracking with regret. Alice rested her head on top of the older woman's. "Her birthday was like a week-long celebration. I wanted to go celebrate with her, but… I was in college or I just couldn't be bothered with kiddy parties. I never thought… I never thought I might not have another chance to celebrate her birthday with her."

Andrea reached into her pocket and pulled out pink tissue paper. Instantly, Alice knew what it was. Andrea unwrapped it and gently held the necklace meant for her sister.

"Today's her birthday, isn't it?" Andrea gave a nod as if it would be too painful to speak. She slide the necklace around the dead girls neck and clasped it.

"It looks beautiful on her Andrea." Alice spoke. Andrea gave her a weak smile, placing her hand over Alice's affectionately.

"You know she really liked you Alice." She looked down at Amy and stroked her hair. "I… Can I just be alone with her? I know what I have to do and I will be the one to put her down, but I need to be alone with her." Dale offered her a smile as he helped Alice up.

"Whatever you want."