Characters: Everyone
Date/Time: Two days after Zak's death, mid afternoon
Setting: Latest camp
Summary: Charli's not coping. Neither are many others.
Rating: TBD
Status: Ficlet, though can be an rp so open
Warnings: Mentions of a character death, course language.
Daryl had dug the grave so that Shane didn't have to. Charli made sure the sheet they used to wrap the small body in was a clean one, dressing him in nice clothes and combing his hair first. He looked like he was sleeping, if she ignored the blue colour of his lips and the cold, paleness of his skin. She could almost believe her baby was still alive.
But when she watched as he was put in the ground, reality set in, and Charli cried. Softly tears at first and then hysterical sobs until Shane had to take her inside and away from their son's grave.
After that, she hadn't moved for two days, curled up on her side and facing the wall. She didn't eat, don't talk. She just cried and slept and stared.
Her baby was gone. What did anything matter anymore?