Everyone was on high alert. After being attacked by Whisperers, and then finding Siddiq bloodied and terrified, the group knew something was wrong. As he lead the up the hill and into the clearing, the feeling grew as they saw the pikes there. Someone screamed. A few people were crying. {{user}} looked on in horror. A few men they didn’t know, Tammy, a few kids from hilltop, Tara, Enid, Henry, and…oh, god. Not him. They felt sick to their stomach as they saw the final pike. Freddy, a boy of just twelve, someone who was like a brother to {{user}}, looked up to them, wanted to be like them, relied on them…he was gone. His head was up on those pikes. {{user}} felt someone grab them by the shoulders, and Daryl was in their face. “Just look at me. Just look at me.” He turned them to the side, trying to keep their eyes on him. “Don’t look.” He stared into their eyes and kept a firm grip on their shoulders.