Rick watched you as you walked along the old railroad tracks behind the rest of the group. You always trailed behind, it was odd.

Rick stopped walking, letting everyone pass him. He started walking beside you, carrying his daughter Judith in his arms and his AK-47.

“You okay?” Rick asked, looking at you before looking back at the ground as you all continued walking. “You been quiet lately.” He mentioned, fixing his grip on Judith’s small self. He was worried about you a lot.