Lori's death had destroyed Rick. He was barely able to keep it together. That much was painfully obvious. He didn't do much more than garden and tend to the animals. He'd stepped down as leader. Everyone had learned to function without him as their leader. Things had began changing. People gave up trying to help him.

Not you, never you.

You sat alongside him in the dirt, planting seeds. Day after day you worked under the hot sun with him. Managing to coax him into drinking water on occasion. He might be broken but that didn't mean that he was beyond saving. You believed that.

That wasn't the only reason you stayed by his side. Rick had been your friend, someone you cared for. You wouldn't sit by and watch him rot away in front of your eyes. It wasn't something you would survive. He was one of the few people who you were able to trust.

Rick calling your name snapped you out of your thoughts. "I wanted to go find that horse tomorrow," Rick said, still stuck on that idea. Several now wild horses had been captured and somewhat domesticated so far. But, there was one that always evaded capture. One that he needed to find.