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I'm Not Exactly Patient

"I get why you're acting like this. 'The mission was your life' and all that crap. But you gotta drink something, it's hot out. Here," I placed my water bottle beside me, "you can have mine."

Abraham didn't move from his spot on the road. He didn't even look at me, or give me a smile of appreciation. He stayed frozen. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, okay. I know you must hate him right now, hell, I thought you would shoot him on the spot. I'm glad you didn't, but if you do I won't blame you."

Nothing.

"You know, I used to have a mission. I mean, when I was a kid that's how I thought of it. My mission was to keep my sister alive. And then when I failed, I didn't really wanna keep going. Then Glenn found me, and I've got a whole new family. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know it's hard, but you gotta find something else to live for."

I had spent the last hour trying to talk to Abraham. Rosita, Tara and Glenn were by the river, filling up our water bottles. They probably wanted to get out of the uncomfortable situation. I sighed pointedly, taking once last glance at the man before walking back to the fire truck.

"Still nothing." I leaned against the back where Maggie stood. She was watching over Eugene's unconscious figure, waiting to see if he would wake up.

"Same here." She gave me a sip from her bottle. She had cleaned his face of blood and used a blanket to give him shade from the sun.

"This is nice." I pointed to the propped up ladder. She glanced at it, squinting in the sun and shrugging her shoulders.

"Least I could do. He's gotta wake up soon. I don't know if he ever will." Her voice was tinted with disappointment and disgust, targeted at Abraham. I could tell she was mad at him. "He shouldn't have done that." She muttered.

I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "Can you blame him? He just found out the thing he was surviving for was a lie."

She gazed at me with a surprised look. "He almost killed Eugene-"

"We're lucky he's alive at all. He's got no purpose anymore, Maggie. He's got nothing left to live for." I sympathised with Abraham. She sighed, giving up on arguing. I didn't like being mad at Maggie, and I wanted the subject to be dropped.

We all felt defeated when Eugene admitted he had been lying, that the cure didn't exist and the world would stay like this for the rest of our lives. I thought about the houses and picnics and dog walks that me and Carl talked about. They could've been a reality in that world.

I turned to check on Abraham, my mood perking up a bit when I saw the bottle on the ground was empty. His kneeling position had changed to a sitting one, and his eyes scanned the area around him. I stood up, walking over and sitting beside him. He finally turned to look at me.

"I'm sorry about your sister." He muttered. I smiled widely, realising he was back.

"Stay right there, don't move-" Maggie's voice urgently instructed. We both whipped our heads around, hearing groans coming from Eugene. I sighed in relief. He's awake.

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