I spun around and stomped towards Hershal.
"You knew she was in there the whole time?!" Shane yelled.
"I had no idea. Otis dealt with them." Hershal said. "He must have found her before he died and put her in the barn."
Beth launched herself forward, leaning over a corpse. I wasn't paying attention until I heard her scream. The walker was attacking Beth, but someone shot it and the men pulled her away. Hershal and his family retreated back to their house. T-Dogg, Andrea, Shane, Daryl and myself started getting rid of the bodies. We piled them by the load into the back of a pick up truck and drove them across the field, making a pile to burn. Shane brought two sticks with cloth on the ends and smothered them in gas. I set them on fire and tossed them into the pile, watching the bodies ignite.
I stood there, watching the corpses disintegrate in the fire. As I watched, the pile got smaller and smaller, but so did the flames. The smoke filled the air with the smell of burning rotten flesh. There was a loud crackle and then I saw something rolling towards me from the top of the pile. I started walking backwards, trying to get away from it. My back hit something solid and the wind was knocked out of me. I turned around, looking straight at Daryl's broad chest before I turned back to the fire. The thing that was rolling had stopped. It was the head of one of the walkers, which was now burnt to a crisp.
I turned around and looked at Daryl, seeing his eyes hard and vacant. I walked past him, making my way to our tent. I was a few feet away from the tent when Daryl stormed past me. I stopped walking as watched as he took the pegs out of our tent and grabbed the side of it, dragging it away. What's he doing now? I asked myself. I followed him quietly until he stopped right at the edge of the fence. He jammed the tent pegs back into the ground, holding the tent firmly in place then started making a fire pit. I walked over and picked up a rock, placing it beside the last one that Daryl put down.
With a grunt Daryl picked up my axe and stomped out to the woods. I sat with my legs crossed on the grass, running my fingers through it. Why did this have to happen, to Sophia of all people? I understood when we lost Ed, but she was so innocent. I watched everything around me, seeing everyone going about their business. They're acting like nothing happened. They aren't even mourning her. I could see Daryl walking towards me, carrying a bundle of fire wood. Should I go help him? Probably not, he likes being alone, especially when it has to do with emotions. The sun was starting to set and I could see everyone else sitting down for supper. Daryl walked back into the woods, coming back with to squirrels. He came as sat on a rock, dropping the wood in the pit and the squirrels on the ground. He pulled out a book of matches and started the fire. He then turned to the squirrel and started gutting and cleaning them. I can't do this. I stood up, wiped my pants off then walked in the tent and slept.
