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    Judith cradled warmly in her arms
    Leigh watched as Rick, again, paced

    off to God only knew where.
    Carl was still at her side
    as well, making sure that the
    ‘crazy lady’ from the Mental Hospital
    wasn’t going to hurt his sister.

                “I— need to talk to
                your dad, Carl. Please watch
                Judith, alright?”

    She handed over the squirming bundle
    before she scampered down the abandoned
    corridors of the prison. The others
    were still around, he would be
    just fine watching her. Leigh followed
    the Officer at her own pace,
    worry increasing with every step. Unfortunately
    he best she could do was
    call his name as she traveled
    throughout the shadow carved halls.

                “Rick?——”

Oh, how the world was truly falling
apart for the former Sheriff, and his
world had been his wife. He'd loved
her. No, he loves her. He stares ahead,
stares at her. As much as he loves her,
he can’t help but want her to disappear.
She was making it harder for him.

He stood outside, staring up at the bridge
they had shared their last touch on. There
she was, dressed in white, much like an 
angel. Except she wasn’t, she was still here.
Angels did not occupy this world. Pearls of
sweat fell down his forehead, he’d been standing
in the Georgia heat for so long now. When was 
the last time he’d had water?

“Y-You can’t be here.”

He uttered it quietly, not wanting to gain
any attention. She could hear him, he didn’t
need to shout.

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