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SAMANTHA HAS NEVER been familiar with funerals. The only funeral she's ever been to was for her grandmother Jean, and that one time had been enough for her. She hated the atmosphere of sorrow and the faces of strangers looking at her in pity, as if their expressions and the sympathy would make the loss easier to accept.
All the campers that had lost their lives had been buried, but one. Andrea wouldn't let anyone bury her little sister but herself, but doing it by herself made it more painful for her because the body bag was too heavy. Nathan stepped forward, but Dale had beat him to it and was already helping Andrea by trying to lift Amy's feet.
Shane noticed his sister's eyes glistening, so he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, letting her know that he was there and that he was going to support her. Samantha turned to him with a grateful gaze, and he returned it with a nod.
She knew he was going to be there no matter what, and surviving this cruel world with his support make it a little more worth it.
But she couldn't deny the resentment that was still there - it slithered around her and taunted her.
A little later, Shane and Rick were giving orders as everyone prepared to leave. "Everybody listen up," Her brother began, vehicles lined up behind the small crowd of people. "Those of you with CBs we're gonna be on channel 40. Lets keep that chatter down, okay? Now you gotta problem, don't have a CB, can't get a signal or anything at all you're gonna hit your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan,"
"We're uh...not going." A voice spoke.
Samantha whipped her head to the family, her eyes widening when she realized it was Morales. "What?" She said, disappointment lacing her words. "Why?"
"We have family in Birmingham. We want to be with our people." His wife explained, hugging her children close.
"What if they aren't there?" Nathan asked with disapproval. "Then what are you gonna do?"
"Its a safer chance if you stayed with us," Shane agreed. "You won't have anyone to watch your back all alone."
"We'll take the chance," Morales stated. "I have to do what's best for my family."
"You sure?" Rick asked.
"We talked about it," Morales met his wife's eyes and gave her hand a squeeze with certainly. "We're sure."
The survivors said their goodbyes and Samantha handed Morales some ammo. "Thank you for everything, maybe one day we'll meet again."
Morales smiled, patting her shoulder. "Stay witty, kid. This new world might need it."
