Damien pulled and guided them away from the bodies; luckily the walkers were far more interested in the mother and her partner than pursuing the two moving targets one of which was technically deceased all-ready, when they were far enough away the vampire slid his hand from Ricks shoulder and put some distance between them both. ”You should get cleaned up…the last thing we need is more walkers…” He averts his gaze, instead choosing to focus on their bearings. ”There’s a stream close by.”
With an unstable mind and an unstable body, he allowed the man to guide him away from the mess they had made. The smell of blood was strong, it followed him even when he was away from the already rotting corpses of the people he’d put his faith into. Their blood stained him, was a constant reminder that he’d done nothing once again. He didn’t divert his eyes from the ground and to the stream when he mentioned it - instead, he continued to stare down. Words refused to escape him, he wouldn’t force them.

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