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"i'm sorry."
sherry muttered the words quietly, holding her gun up before dwight began the engine of the bike and they began to drive off down the empty roads, looking out for walkers on the way. the wind blew the loose pieces of hair that had fell from sherry's loose ponytail, his blonde locks moved slightly too but not very much.
she felt rather numb after the loss of her sister and the encounter with the rough looking man and she had no idea where her and her husband were heading, where they could go. she wrapped her arms around him tighter and leaned her head to rest on his back not caring about the musk released from there because everything else was so much more important. dwight wanted to close his eyes and revel in her touch, even through the checked shirt he had on but instead he kept driving and quietly reassured her that they would be okay because they had each other.
