A/N: Carol faces her own ghosts during "Hounded'
Shadows
"Nobody's coming for you," Ed's voice hisses in her ear. "You're already dead."
Carol startles and then blinks twice and it hurts, it all hurts here in the dark, her head and the sharp sting of scratches, and the familiar ache of bruises spreading beneath her skin.
"I'm not," she says, but it's little more than a breath, dry leaves rustling along an empty sidewalk.
"Then you should be. Should've been with me that night, been bitten and chewed up and put out of your misery at the end of a pick-ax."
Just like that she can feel the surprising weight and heft of the tool in her hands and then the sickening thud it makes splitting his skull open over and over again.
"Shut the hell up, Ed," she tells the empty air, gritting her teeth against the pain as she pushes her foot out and makes solid contact with the door.