The evening was quiet. Only the sound of birds and the small gathering in the middle of town filled the air.

You layed in bed quietly. Listening to it. Unable to move yourself and go join in.

A soft knocked followed by a gentle “Kiddo you gotta come out.” came from outside your door.

You knew Joel was worried. You hadn’t been the same since you’d had to kill another. A kid around your age, on patrol, after they got bit.

Your mind raced with everyone you’d ever hurt. Everyone who died because of you. Marlene, Riley, Tess.

After no response finally peaked in and whispered.

“Kiddo.” He whispers.