The darkness that engulfs them is the darkness of deep, deep space. It is the darkness in the back of a child‘s closet in the dead of night. It is the darkness inside a coffin long after burial, after the mourners have departed, and the grass has grown over the site. It is absolute and void of matter. It is impossible and inevitable.
The sorrow breaks through suddenly and courses through Lilly. She lets the tears come, and she weeps into Tommy‘s shoulder. She sobs so hard her throat goes sore and hoarse. Her tears soak the boy‘s shirt. She lets the storm move through her.
Lily feels her spine tingling, the rage and sorrow a potent cocktail—
Me: quit making decent, innocent people die horrific, tragic deaths!
Author: No. Douchbags gotta survive first.
Robert Kirkman's The Walking Dead: Search and Destroy | 
