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”Rick, you did everything you could— those men were armed, we were not…any intervention on your part would have gotten you killed and then where would your son be? Hmm, without a father in this mess.” Damien’s tone took on a rough edge as he confronted the battered man, though he didn’t move closer, if anything he made a point of moving further away. ”You need to wash off the blood, you’ll feel better and we could really do without any more walkers today…rick, rick! Answer me.” 

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        ♙ —Nothing Damien said to him was sinking in, he barely picked up on the words the young man uttered. He continued to walk and focused on the blood, it’s what reminded him that all of this was real. That everything he witnessed day in and day out, wasn’t a part of the nightmares he had each and every night. The mention of Carl reminded him what he was fighting for, why he was still surviving in this cruel world they resided in. When they reached the lake, he stared down into the water, watched as it rushed over rocks and continued deep into the forest. He didn’t speak, instead, he bent down and began to clean away the blood that stained his hands.

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