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Yesterday, Amy got bitten. Twice. Screams filled the camp and it drawed more and more walkers. Like a big herd of walking dead brains. Ed is gone, too, with Jim being bit and acting a bit strange. Talkin' 'bout dreams. . .

Your boyfriend didn't like any of it. He spent all night, until sunlight, cursing out them sons of bitches for that unexpected midnight attack. It was only a 'small' loss but now Carroll is devastated and Andrea can't process the death of her sister right before her birthday.

He's resting, He had carried and burned way too much dead bodies and is fed up like everyone is. He sat on the stool, watching everyone work their ass off to organize the camp again and Rick is suggesting heading to the CDC.

He glanced at you and ne knew you'd be here next to him in a split second. As you sat down next to him, he pinched the bridge of his nose, scoffing. "What a good fuckin' day, hmm?" He asks rhetorically, but, really, he just needs to hear your voice or else he'll go insane more than he currently is.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, placing a small kiss on your head, ". . .Baby, if it was yew as one of these lil' shits. . ." He sighed, leaning back a bit. "I'd set the whole world on fire. Good thin' yer alrigh'."