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church 2010 ( merida's point of view )
TRIGGER WARNING trauma
Last night was no good. Rick and Daryl didn't find Sophia and Carol has been a mess ever since. We all have. My mind races and everyone gathers around a random car. It's morning and I haven't slept well. Me and Carl had to share the small bed inside the RV. The cramped space and worry about Sophia kept me tossing and turning all night.
I glance down at Carl, he hasn't said much ever since Shane was an asshole yesterday. I'm sorry for him, that he's seen that side of him, but he had to. I've noticed Lori's mental absence too, and I wonder if she's blaming herself for what happened with Shane.
As we gather around the car, I try to push aside my own worries and focus on the task at hand. We need to find Sophia. Rick approaches us with the arsenal, which Carl found yesterday. He slams it against the hood of the car and quickly opens it. Daryl stands beside him with his crossbow over his shoulder. ''Everybody takes a weapon.'' Rick declares with a tight jaw.
''These aren't the kind of weapons we need,'' Andrea says as she leans loosely with one arm on the car. She looks up from the weapons. ''What about the guns?''
''We've been over that.'' Shane's voice says from the RV. ''Daryl, Rick, and I are carrying.'' He moves around with his backpack. ''We can't have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles.'' I roll my eyes at his dominance and need to mock everyone else.
