Micky is dead. Micky my kid sister is dead. The words don't register in my brain. I can't process this. But never in my whole life have my eyes deceived me. I feel a sob creep up my throat threatening to spill. But tears do not come. Why? Why why why why why why why why why why why w- She pushes herself onto her feet. I can hear the cracking of her bones. I can only stare. "...Attila?" Glenn steals a glance at me concerned. Rick and T-Dog stay silent and the only one who's not aware of my pain is Daryl. *