𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚗 ☼ 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝙳𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚗

xɪɪɪ. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ɢɪʀʟ

"On my mark!" The officer yelled, standing behind the lattice wire fence with a pair of bolt cutters in his hand.

Your finger hovered over the trigger as you looked down through the rifle scope. There were at least a couple dozen of them in the yard, from what you'd counted earlier. The prison jumpsuits were your target, Rick had reminded you, before he sent you up one of the watchtowers to get into position. Then, all hell broke loose.

Rick raised his hand to give you the signal, before instructing Glenn to pull back the fence and seal it up after he went through. The firing squad began as the officer darted past the dead, making for the other gate so that he could close it off. You pumped round after round into them, trying to cover him the best you could. Everyone shot together, making the whole place ring out with gunfire that sounded like one continuous drum beat.

Carol groaned next to you as the recoil from the gun attacked her shoulder - but she didn't let up. She fired another round at a walker that got a little too close to Rick, but barely missed his foot as she did so. The sheriff didn't seem to notice, continuing his sprint to the opposite side of the yard without delay.

"Ten points if you hit Rick's ass next time." You yelled to her, over the sounds of the pounding gunshots.

She let out a snort, and you flicked your gaze over to her - only to catch her rolling her eyes. You took another shot, as did she. This time, however, her bullet whipped right past Rick's head, so close that it made your heart skip a beat in your chest. You snapped around to look at her, and saw the way she bit her lip at how close a call it was.

"Sorry!" She shouted, as Rick stopped running to send a glare in the direction of your watchtower.

You let out a laugh, but it came out strained. "I was kidding." You reminded her, and she hummed in response.

Nearly four whole months had passed since you'd all left Hershel's farm. The group had spent the entire winter on the road, moving from place to place quicker than you could unpack the few things you had from your satchel. Before you knew it, you'd fallen into a routine. Each day had become the same; life consisted of waking up, scavenging, taking watch, eating any food you could get your hands on, and going to sleep.

At some point, you'd started forgetting your own promise. The idea of living, rather than just surviving, had seemed to slip from your mind as each day rolled into one another. Not even those brief moments with Daryl were able to remind you of what life was like before, or what it could be like after. That is, until you found the prison.

You'd been walking with Daryl and Rick, trailing behind them as you searched for the next rundown cabin or abandoned grocery store to haul up in for the night. Lori had gotten so big that you could barely afford to travel far on foot, and you knew that baby Grimes would be coming into this world any day now - probably equally as grumpy as their father. You thought it was going to be a girl; at least, that is what you had bet Maggie on.

The two men talked as you drowned out the sound of their voices, trying to balance on one of the train track lines by placing one foot carefully in front of the other. A breeze blew, making you miss your step and frown. It was beginning to warm up again. It wasn't entirely spring yet, but the world had started to shrug off the iciness of winter.

You remembered seeing the first snowfall, a couple months back. It had covered the cabin in only a single night, blanketing the roof like the icing of a gingerbread house. When you woke up the next morning, everything beyond the window looked like a different realm. It looked clean. The fresh snow concealed the dingy mud beneath it and dusted the tree branches so that they rained powdery ice on you whenever you walked beneath them.