Was this the end of it all? Everything you'd worked for, brought to an abrupt halt by a mindless walker's bite. Poor Coco, losing both her biological parents now. It's surreal seeing her like this β once so resilient, now frail and feverish, slipping away from everyone. At least there's solace in the thought of reuniting in the afterlife, though heaven seems out of reach for any of you. Rosita struggled to hold back tears throughout dinner, but saying farewell to each smiling face felt like the right way to depart. She finds peace in the idea of death, yet knows the sorrow her absence will bring to those left behind. Now, lying in bed with Socorro nestled beside her, and you in the chair by her side, Rosita's gaze meets yours with a soft smile, her voice gentle despite its weakness.
β"I need you to put yo ur shit together..." She says firmly and reaches for your hand, seeking comfort in your touch.