"The hardest lesson in the world: maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They ain't coming back."
~Cormac McCarthy
The world is nothing but a frame of what it used to be. Plagued with the dead that walk with jarred teeth. T...
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The grey walls of a prison cell surrounded Caden, the bleak place somewhat fitting for the frowning teenager. She sat stiffly on the bed, a knife spinning between her fingers as she fidgeted with the dangerous blade, eyes holding a longing look as she wished for her old knife. Since her arrival earlier that morning, she remained cooped inside her given cell shortly after the tour.
Caden couldn't figure out exactly why she agreed to coming here with Daryl. Was it because she was tired of being alone and seeked some temporary company? Or a buried hope that maybe this place would pan out? Or simply because she wanted to enjoy small comforts for a little while? Maybe it was all of those that factored into her decision. Either way it left her mind in a meddled mess of confusion and other mixed emotions.
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The two stood in the door way, the cold smacking their faces once more harshly. She looked up at the Archer, seeing his face slightly deepened in thought.
"You shouldn't be on your own" hetold her, Caden remaining silent as she moved her gaze to the surrounding area. "You can come back with me to my group" he then offered, eyes staring down on her with expectance of a response.
"Okay" she slowly spoke. The surprise inDaryls eyes not going unnoticed by her.
"There's three questions Ihave to ask first" he told her, the girl furrowing her eyebrows.
"This a test or some shit?" She asked, a rush of nerves tingling down her body.
"Sorta" he answered her. "How many Walkers have you killed?"
"To many too count" she answered with a small scoff at the question, wonderingifsome one actuallykept count of their Biter kills.
"How many people have you killed?" The question causing Caden's limbs to paralyze, a large gulp going down her dry throat. She blinked for a moment, seeing flashes of her victims like a cruel tape recording.
"Nine" she answered, looking awayin fear of his judgment.
"Why?" He then asked, eyes staring down on her, feeling like coals burning her skin from his intense look.
"If Ididn't, thenIwouldn't be standing here" she nearly whispered, a small shutter racking her body. "Not all people are decent like you" she told him, Daryls eyessoftening.
