Dead Or Alive TWD

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Rayle lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The pain in her arm was still very present, but she felt grateful that Olivia had stitched it up.

"You should be alright," Olivia said, smiling a little.

"Thanks," Rayle said, feeling another wave of relief wash over her.

Just as she was about to stand up, Olivia opened the door. Rick walked in, his expression serious.

"Rick wants to talk to you," Olivia said.steping back a sad expression on her face

"How are you feeling?" Rick asked, sitting down next to Rayle on the bed.
"Better," said Rayle.

Rick took a deep breathe before continuing, "Glen... we think... he's dead."

Rayle's eyes immediately filled with tears, and her lip quivered. She shook her head, refusing to believe it, "No... no..."

Rick stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Rayle alone with her thoughts. l Rayle needed some fresh air, so she wiped her tears away and went for a walk. She saw Carl and Ron arguing and pushing each other, looking like they were about to start fighting.

"Carl!" she yelled, running towards them.

Carl didn't seem to hear her, still focusing on fighting with Ron. Rayle grabbed Carl by the arm and pulled him away, saying, "Now is not the time to be fighting!"

Carl finally turned to look at her. "I'm trying to find Enid," he said. "She left!”

"I don't give a shot she left," Rayle said, still angry about Glen's death.
"She's in danger!" Carl exclaimed, clearly concerned about Enid.
"She can handle it," Rayle argued. "She'll be fine."
"I'm trying to look for her," Carl said. "It's not her fault that no one went looking for you when you left."

Rayle's patience finally ran out, and she punched Carl in the face. Ron snickered next to them, clearly enjoying the fight.

(Sorry I made this so dermatic)

Rayle looked at Carl with tears in her eyes, unable to hold back the grief she was feeling. She walked away, leaving Carl alone in his anger.

"I'll tell your dad," Ron said to Carl. "He'll go out to find you, and then other people will too. Someone's going to get killed!"

Carl's expression changed, realizing the ramifications of his actions. He walked away, knowing that Rayle was right.

Rayle walked, her tears still streaming down her face. As she walked, she tried to wipe her cheeks dry with the sleeve of her shirt. Suddenly, she spotted Maggie, who was sitting on the floor near a wall. There were names on the wall, and "Glen" was written on it in Maggie's handwriting.

Maggie looked up at Rayle, her face streaked with tears. "I'm sorry, Rayle," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rayle forced herself to put a smile on her face, trying to hide her tears from Maggie. She walked away, heading back to the house as fast as she could.

When she finally got inside, she looked around, but of course, Glen wasn't there. She walked to the couch and crashed onto it, feeling completely broken and defeated.

Rayle curled up in the corner of the couch, wanting to hide from the world. She was tired and scared, feeling like she had nothing left to live for.

Suddenly, she heard the door open, and her heart raced. She tensed, and the hairs on the back of her head stood on end, feeling threatened. But when she saw Maggie step inside, she smiled.

Maggie closed the day behind her, and Rayle felt a sense of safety wash over her. She was grateful to have Maggie by her side and felt a little better knowing she wasn't alone.

Maggie walked over to Rayle, who was curled up in the corner of the couch. She put her arm around Rayle's shoulder, and Rayle scooted closer to her, feeling comforted by her touch.

"He's not dead," Maggie said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rayle looked up at her, her eyes filling with disbelief and hope. Could it be true? Had Glen somehow survived?

Rayle looked up at Maggie, still having a hard time believing what she was hearing. She was desperate to believe it, but it was almost too much to handle. She smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Maggie was right.

"He's too strong to die out there," Maggie said, looking down at Rayle. "He'll be back."

Rayle felt tears filling her eyes once again. But this time, they were tears of joy. "He'll be back," she repeated. She lay her head on Maggie's chest, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in her arms.

Rayle closed her eyes, feeling the tears roll down her face. Maggie kissed the top of her head, and then she slowly ran her fingers through Rayle's hair, gently stroking her.

Maggie sang quietly and softly, and Rayle felt herself growing more and more tired. She let out a deep breath and finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep, feeling safe and comfortable in Maggie's arms. It was the first time in a long time that she had felt any peace or rest…