I went over and sat down beside Andrea, who was still beside Amy's body. "I came to pay my respects," I said calmly. She didn't say anything back. "Amy was amazing, she would never hurt a fly, always knew how to make people laugh," I said, looking at Andrea as she nodded.
"She wouldn't want you to be like this, Andrea. She would want you to keep fighting . . . For her," I said truthfully. Andrea looked at me and gave me a slight smile. "I know," She whispered.
She pulled out a piece of colored paper, opening it up to reveal a beautiful mermaid necklace. "It's for her birthday," She said. "Her birthday was always like- like a week long affair. But I somehow always missed it. I was away at college or too busy for kid's parties. She'd call all excited. I always said that I'd make it home and I really always meant to, but I never made it past that phone call."
Tears continued to fall from her eyes. I wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm here for you." She smiled at me. "Thank you," She said and I gave her a small smile before she continued, "I'm sorry about your Dad." I looked down and gave a small nod. She put the necklace around her sister's neck and I got up, leaving Andrea to mourn for Amy.
Daryl was taking the pickax to the members of the camp and hitting them in the head. He was about to take care of the last one when Carol walked over to him. He handed her the ax and she stabbed the guy in the head. I realized it was Ed.
She hit him over and over again, crying. I guess for all those times he abused her and Sophia. Daryl watched her hitting her husband over again. Carol finally stopped and she handed him the ax and walked back over to the campfire and Lori comforted her. Daryl and I locked eyes for a few seconds until I broke it.
Rick had all the kids out of the RV so Jim could stay in there. I was standing by Shane's jeep with him and Rick, when I heard something growling. I looked over at the RV and saw Amy reaching out for Andrea. Rick and Shane started making their way over to them, pulling their pistols out.
Andrea pulled her gun out of her bag and hold it to Amy's head. "I love you," I heard Andrea cry and she pulled the trigger.
Then, Amy's head explode.
She felled back to the ground; dead. Andrea hold her sister once more time and cried. I had tears going down my cheeks and Lori walked up to me and pulled me to her. I rested my head on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms tightly around me.
The bodies of our dead camp members were piled up in the back of Daryl's truck. We follow the truck up to the hill where we will be having a funeral for all our fallen members. Rick and Shane were digging more holes.
"The Chinaman gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do, we just follow him along?" Daryl said, not caring that Glenn was standing right there. Rick and Shane said nothing, they just kept digging. "These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what rules are," He said. Rick turned to look at him, "There are no rules."
"Well, that's a problem," Lori spoke. "We haven't had one minute to hold anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do," She said, looking at the three men in front of her before making her way over to stand beside me and Carl.
Andrea dragged Amy's body to the grave, Dale tried to help her but she kept pushing him away. I watched as Andrea put Amy down. Her clothes were covered in blood. Then, I watched as Glenn and Daryl dragged my father's body to the grave, putting him beside Amy's.
Rick wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to him. My eyes were watering and even if I tried to stop my tears, some of them felled so I looked away. I just couldn't.
After the service, we walked back to the camp. "Quinn," Carl called from behind me. I turned and saw he was running over to me. "Mom and Dad asked if you could watch over me while they are talking," He said and I nodded, giving him a small smile, "Sure, come on."