When the story first broke, I didn't believe it. To be clear, not in an 'I'm so shocked, it's so surreal, handwringing, the world's gone to shit' sort of way. I mean, I /literally/ didn't buy it. The vice president /dies/, and within /hours/, they've already lined up --

Althea. Shane Walsh Rick Grimes *giving his head a quick shake, he watched Shane Walsh and Amy Harrison bolt across the yard, the realization that Althea. was /also/ watching the duo, and therefore --

Singin' to a man you're spendin' the night with? {narrowing her eyes} Could you /try/ to stay out of trouble?

I hear you. Your indignation. Your rebellion. Your... /naive/ efforts to cling to kindness and self sacrifice in a world that will devour you for it. You scream for the weak, not seein' how they'll get you killed, and call me a monster for silencin' them. --

A ride out of this place? {mumbling} Please be breathin' when we get outside...

-- A family man. Papers have it right, you've got kids and a wife. This man... This Bellick. He has his -- Norman Bellick Rick Grimes

-- way, you ain't never gonna see 'em again. We're gonna have to work together. /All/ of us, if we want -- Norman Bellick Rick Grimes

-- to get past that man /and/ the Dead, and I need to know... {Eyes on John Abruzzi, hoping like hell the - Norman Bellick Rick Grimes

-- man could keep Theodore Bagwell under control, she nodded, hands on her hips.} Can you do that? Norman Bellick Rick Grimes

{is /so/ glad I'm too far away to hear my baby sister hittin' on a bad boy} x.com/UnsteadyTreble…

{Cheeks flaring pink, she narrowed her eyes, brow slowly arching} I don't know /what you're talkin' about. x.com/UnsteadyTreble…

I love you, Bethy. {mumbling} Please don't be doin' somethin' that'll give me a damn stroke, Beth.. #NationalSiblingsDay

Rick? Hey, Rick, you dropped... {Bending gracefully at the waist, she plucked the folded photograph from the infirmary floor by its yellowed edges, breath catching as she gazed at the captured image. Rick Grimes. A boy and a beautiful woman. Smiling as though they --

-- hadn't a care in the world. She'd seen the shot before. Hell, it had been front and center on the Register's daily editions while Rick Grimes had been, mercifully, unconscious. Bold faced print, recounting every salacious detail of the murder of #Rick's wife and child.} -

-- I should probably tell you somethin'. {Moving to Rick Grimes's side, she ducked her head, a sheepish smile starting to steal across her face.} The day you woke up? I... I was cleanin' out my desk. Fired. I... {Looking up into #Rick's piercing blues, she --

-- huffed a soft laugh.} I punched someone. He had it comin', ain't a damn soul in that hospital would tell you different. {Turning slightly, she leaned gingerly against the stained infirmary wall, trying not to think about just what might have caused the --

-- tea colored stains on the spackle behind her.} Nick Lawrence... He was coverin' your story. On it from the day you showed up on the tenth floor. When he showed up on my shift the first time, I read him the damn riot act. Called him every name I could think of, and told --

-- him to leave you be. {muttering} Man didn't have one speck of human decency. Damn vulture... {shaking her head} Anyway. That day. I came in to switch out your I.V., and he was in your room. Takin' /pictures/. I'd been on for almost ten hours, I hadn't eaten anythin'. --

-- And when I saw what he was doin', I... Well, I socked him in the jaw. {snorting} And then he dropped his camera. {Pushing a hand through her hair, she scuffed her boot along the floor, lips pursing.} Blamed me for it. {arching a brow} But, like I always say, if you --

-- don't want to have your behind handed to you, don't piss off a Greene. {Dropping her voice to a murmur, she canted her head towards Dr. Sara Tancredi, curiosity rising.} Lori's sister, right? Why's she lookin' like she's seen a ghost?