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The Backlot - 114 - The Walking Dead: Warlord of the Apocalypse
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The dead looters had already loaded much of the camp's remaining food and equipment into the military truck. Recovering it saved Isaac's group time, but the convenience brought no celebration.
Amy and Andrea were shaken by having killed people. Miana, whose work as a prison guard had exposed her to violence, steadied herself more quickly. Isaac felt no guilt. Beneath his quiet expression, the sight of human lives ending had stirred the same unhealthy excitement he had discovered while killing walkers.
Miana mistook his silence for remorse and squeezed his arm. “They deserved it.”
Isaac smiled and let her believe she was comforting him.
Amy looked pale. He stroked her hair and told her that, with the law gone, they had avenged their friends by their own hands. The reassurance simplified what had happened and shifted the burden away from his choice to stage a lethal ambush. Amy leaned against him but admitted she was afraid. Andrea insisted she was fine, though her distracted expression suggested otherwise.
They could not remain at camp. Daryl and the others were waiting at the old rendezvous. Isaac reclaimed the Hummer and drove with Miana beside him; Amy and Andrea followed in the supply truck. The vehicles were familiar, but the people inside them had changed. Jess and Danal were missing, perhaps dead, and no one knew whether they would return.
At the meeting point, Lori saw the Hummer approaching and exhaled in relief.
The two surviving groups had found one another, and their recovered vehicles carried enough supplies to keep moving. The reunion did not resolve the cost of the morning. Amy and Andrea now carried memories of their first human kills, while Isaac carried something more dangerous: pleasure he concealed behind the language of necessity and revenge.
The dead looters had already loaded much of the camp's remaining food and equipment into the military truck. Recovering it saved Isaac's group time, but the convenience brought no celebration.
Amy and Andrea were shaken by having killed people. Miana, whose work as a prison guard had exposed her to violence, steadied herself more quickly. Isaac felt no guilt. Beneath his quiet expression, the sight of human lives ending had stirred the same unhealthy excitement he had discovered while killing walkers.
Miana mistook his silence for remorse and squeezed his arm. “They deserved it.”
Isaac smiled and let her believe she was comforting him.
Amy looked pale. He stroked her hair and told her that, with the law gone, they had avenged their friends by their own hands. The reassurance simplified what had happened and shifted the burden away from his choice to stage a lethal ambush. Amy leaned against him but admitted she was afraid. Andrea insisted she was fine, though her distracted expression suggested otherwise.
They could not remain at camp. Daryl and the others were waiting at the old rendezvous. Isaac reclaimed the Hummer and drove with Miana beside him; Amy and Andrea followed in the supply truck. The vehicles were familiar, but the people inside them had changed. Jess and Danal were missing, perhaps dead, and no one knew whether they would return.
At the meeting point, Lori saw the Hummer approaching and exhaled in relief.
The two surviving groups had found one another, and their recovered vehicles carried enough supplies to keep moving. The reunion did not resolve the cost of the morning. Amy and Andrea now carried memories of their first human kills, while Isaac carried something more dangerous: pleasure he concealed behind the language of necessity and revenge.
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