-- know why. His wife and his boy looked so peaceful... He did too. Lyin' on the floor, breathin' through the holes in his gut. --

-- {sighing} I don't know why I'm here. {Smile faltering, he bowed his head, rubbing his nose.} Can't make art in a damn --

-- cage. Shane Walsh Amy Harrison

You have nice hair. {Smiling happily up Amy Harrison, he rose to his feet, long fingers wrapping around the bars -- Shane Walsh

-- of his cell.} It's pretty. Can I touch it? {Stretching a hand towards Amy Harrison, he gently thumped his head -- Shane Walsh

-- against the bars, starting to laugh.} She's prettier than the last one. She smiles with her eyes. -- Amy Harrison Shane Walsh

-- Except for now. Now? She's afraid. Afraid makes such nice pictures. {singing softly} Bang Bang. -- Amy Harrison Shane Walsh

-- He shot me down... Officer Walsh? The man in the cell with me has blood on his stomach. Bite. Don't -- Amy Harrison Shane Walsh

-- bite. Good children don't bite. {quietly} Nobody's good anymore... Except your friend. Can I have her? Amy Harrison Shane Walsh

Follow Rick Grimes Shane Walsh Amy Harrison Maggie Greene and Derek Haas to keep tabs on #TheFinishLine! ~ HQ #TWD

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#Carol fan? Us too! Follow Carol Peletier to keep tabs on #TheFinishLine! ~ HQ #TWD

#NewArrivalAlert ~ Follow Tara Chambler to keep tabs on #Tara and #TheFinishLine! ~ HQ #TWD

#NewArrivalAlert! ~ Follow Charlie Jenner, M.D. to keep tabs on the youngest Doctor Jenner and #TheFinishLine! ~ HQ #TWD

{Swaying slightly from foot to foot, he lifted a wide, if exhausted smile to the moving curtain in the small house across the street and exhaled. Nobody was screaming anymore. The boys in blue? They were done like dinner! No more shouting, no more heavy hands on his --

-- shoulders, no more metal cuffs biting into his skin. Blinking, he started to laugh, the visceral memory of the same men who'd been /jerks/ to him getting torn apart by Infected bringing up giggles he couldn't suppress. It was their own fault anyway. --

-- Getting all bent out of shape over a few little murders. Breath catching at the sight of Jesus. and Tara Chambler's shadows hidden behind the heavy velvet barricade, he hurriedly pushed his hands through rain... {Just rain? No blood? Don't show them the --

-- blood. Rick Grimes didn't like it. His boy and his woman didn't like it. Hmph. Never get to make art, if we don't make new friends!} ... /rain/ soaked hair, licking his lips as he offered up a tentative wave to the man and woman.} 'Scuse me? --

-- {A flicker of irritation stealing across his face at the lack of reply, he cleared his throat and upped his volume, his call to Jesus. and Tara Chambler ratcheting towards eleven with every word he spoke.} 'SCUSE ME! HI. HELLO. I'M DEREK. --

-- I CAN SEE YOU. ARE... ARE WE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK? Jesus. Tara Chambler