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Unstable.

Rick was unstable, unable to be around anyone else. He’d taken out most of his anger on the walkers that occupied the corridor to the boiler room, and had soon wandered outside after his hallucinations with the phone. He couldn’t stop them, everywhere he looked, there she was. Lori wouldn’t leave him be, wouldn’t allow him space to grieve. He didn’t want to be selfish, he didn’t want to have her around 24/7. It wasn’t fair on anyone, with her there, he could barely pay attention to surviving, to fighting for the rest of the group. All he wanted to do was follow her, to die with her.

What was the point in living if the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with was dead?

Rick stared ahead, such anger within his eyes. Clenched fists remained at his sides as he thought about how it had happened, how she had allowed Maggie to cut into her with a knife. How Carl had put a bullet in her head. God, Carl. The thought of his son having to
put his mother down made Rick sick to his stomach.

That’s when she appeared, when he noticed her. When his fists unclenched and he didn’t feel so angry anymore. His eyes softened as he stared into hers, the beautiful woman in white, his former wife and love. Before he could even call out to her, run towards her, she was gone.