In Memoriam

Ode to the humans who feel the power to fight back something bigger than them. The world is bigger than all of us. When the world fights back, she brings the masses of obliteration.

Amy; a sister with the devotion is to keep her sister alive. Environs of unexplained disasters, she pulls in the abundance of trust. Displaying the comfort of voice in what seems like the end. She is a soldier, a sister, angel. Home is a safe zone. No, home is on the move every second. Trying to find a cure in hole that has no airways is like spending eternity breathing through a straw.

Dr. Edwin Jenner, was the award at the finish line. He provided hope with the presence of intelligence. It is hard to give hope when you are constantly breathing in shards from your fragile ability to forgive yourself from what you have done. You look for an out. Then it begins. The intellectual intelligence commences to collapse like a building in a city that gets crushed by your falling beams that were once used to keep you strong. Self-destruction feels like home. Losing all that is real. Hiding behind the walls you build start to fail. Run. Hide. Stay together.

Sophia. Innocence has no place in the new world. The new world demands that the rules of women, and children being spared sounds like a forgotten document that’s written in a different language. Children are prey. Sophia, being so young she was envied to be the life that rebuilds what’s broken. She is left broken. Fate has a filing cabinet filled with untouched visions. Who thought a man with a gun could fall into your lap, like a wish that was sent from the shadows. Who knew that shots fired nearly ending a heartbeat could bring everyone closer, as if the ghosts on our shoulders were giving us a hand.

Otis. Good things don’t happen to good people. Bravery is the medicine that is used to vaccinate your conscience and keep it clean. Bravery is not what saves us. Action over thought begins to linger in our skulls with the blood that is on our hands is no longer your own, it’s his.

Shane. Viscously affected by the attack on what he thinks he owns. “We thought you were dead” he says. Pouring out words to fill the emptiness that swallows his last breath. Going down like a venomous snake that has finally endured its own vile. Life has its way of working through you. One moment your confused searching for answer like a lost dog looking for his home.

Lori Grimes. Growing with pain is like knocking back a glass full of fire that burns your memories into your eye by your last heartbeat, becomes the first cry of new life. This new life will carry on the legacy of her mother to be the flower of her spirit. Legacy of a family goes on in our blood. Brotherhood is blood that runs deep.

Merle Dixon. A man that was brought to us with thick sins and violence goes down with his last ounce of nobility. He left a stain of pain on his own flesh and blood. When you get taken away from your only way out, you become lost in a familiar city of grey. In order to escape, you fight.

Andrea. A woman, who has killed more than she has cried, is built up like a tower with all of her windows broken. She remains strong all the way to her last endeavors, fighting while she is already gone. Invasion comes from outside the walls is our demons. They capture the ones who share the most, and dangle them in front of confident eyes.

Hershel Green. An asset to most, and a father to two. Staring death blankly in the face you realize, only dead can feel cold, he felt the burning of the sun. the murderous demon himself felt the flames as he named himself a leader.

Governor. This leader lead himself to feel the scorching world as he perished by the hands of angels. After the massacre there is a small piece of light. This luminescent radiance came from two small children. They were set free together as sisters by their late father.

Lizzie, and Mika. One of these lights flicker at times in believing that the world is not what it seems. Innocence turns its back on reality and brings darkness to the party. When the hands of hope turn red, the earth shakes. “Don’t worry, she’ll come back.” Small words spoken through complete assurance cost the lights to burn out and break. Where do you turn when you are at the cross roads of humanity, and immorality? You see people with bubbles of dark smoke in their eyes. You try to run, soon they are right in front of you.

Bob. Venom running through his veins on the brink of drifting away, he is brought upon animals of our own kind. The kind of animals that will stop at nothing to survive. Flesh after flesh, you start to wonder who the real walkers are. When there is a small lick of hope sitting at the bottom of your water bowl, the amount of suffering fills you with waterfalls. Then, your get drained by someone who thinks you do not deserve what is left.

Gorman. Power is now a sickness. The atmosphere is crumbling from beneath you, but all you see is a badge. That badge will not save you from an unlawful place. Like a bee, you will die after stinging. She made sure you would never sting again.

Beth Green. Showing her stars for humanity, she used her last wish to shed blood. The blood shed was not her own.

Dawn. A reflexed gun cost her the power she created. When the problematic injection is taken out of the equation, all is heeled. Being heroic is the string that ties you to your brain. Risking your trust is always a moderation that can be fatal.

Noah. Jumping through a straight trap to save a life should not have ended him. The gutless step towards that door was a straight way to victory. Getting pulled back by a unworthy weight made it impossible. This left him to be displayed like an exhibit to get torn to pieces. Unworthy, empty body that caused the uncertainty of survival cannot escape the air.

Nicholas. He breathes in every particle of guilt, leaving in the asthmatic tremor of the sin from his skin. Desperate for empty thoughts, he loses himself in a mindless motion. In any country, to earn its relevance, it needs one thing among many others. Same as a refuge, this community needs a leader.

Deanna Monroe. She welcomed people who she sought out to be the future. She was the start of the new world. They then became infested with the one who walk behind the walls, injecting into her veins, passing through her organs, she did not run. Every captain must go down with their ship. In this place, it is hard to find importance. You want to be a part of something that is hard to have.

Denise. She approached the need for a life saver when all hell was among us. However, she felt the need to do more. A selfless mission turned into more than finding orange sodas. She lectured to expresses the stupidity of being terrified to understand what is going on around them. Being proud of what she stood for was what lead her to be terribly missed. There was so much sorrow.

Abraham. The strong stare towards the last thing he will ever see is burnt into the skull of all. He was ready for whatever was in store, for he knew that he could not save himself.

Glenn. He was the first voice of life in a sunken city. He saved the man who is now revolutionary. Leaving behind a wife, and unborn child, he plants soft words in the dirt blooming towards what he must leave behind. He has made a flag out of his body bag. By the same hand was blood dripping, the blood of a coward.

Spencer. Thirsty for the quenching need to be in control. He resulted to oblivion night after night. He came up with the idea to ask to rain a massacre, getting rid of his problem without his fingerprints being wasted. The master found his view to be intolerable, and then became a walking slaughter house. We cannot escape the blood we are all drowning in. Believing that if there is no struggle, there is no victory arranges a casualty that was never intentioned.

Olivia. Her only duty was to protect a soft soul. Leaving this earth was the last thing we would expect. We didn’t expect that for anyone. Thus, bringing us to our last eulogy.

Sasha. Her dedication was to end the toxic spills that were spewing into her home. She has dealt with the sickness of loss, and did not stand for it. She took her own life with a plan. This plan saved so many lives even though it was not her own. We now have a chance to take down the bullet barricade, and the strength to rip apart the embodiment that poses as the one that chooses who lives or dies.

Then there's Carol. Our rock that weighed us down into the remembrance of all that was before. He dragged us all on his back through the fire, and the cold, reminding everyone that we are still alive. He left with his bravery, and courage on his side. Ode to the humans who feel the power to fight back something bigger than them. “We are The Walking Dead.”