Damien held up his hands in surrender. ”Okay, all right…just, don’t go breaking down on me.” The last group he’d been with, they’d had a leader too and he’d gone in the same way; after one unfortunate event the mans brother had been forced to put him out of his misery— that’s when Damien had left, only to stumble upon this new, more dysfunctionally— functional collection of misfits. ”So, what’s the plan?”
♙ — He’d already broken down, he’d had his moment. He continued, he pushed himself forward and didn’t let himself dwell on it. That would get him nowhere, he’d learnt that over time. Rick debated what the plan was, what was next for the two of them. Their main mission was to get back to the prison before dark, before the walkers rushed past them in hordes - that’s when it went downhill. ❝ We keep walking. There’s no plan. ❞ If they stopped to think about what was next, there was a chance they could be stopping nearby a group of walkers.

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