Coraline Young, a 26-year-old lone survivor, desperately searching for her younger brother as the world crumbles around her. Hope dwindling as days turn to weeks. Aimlessly she wanders through the wilderness, chasing ghosts and guesses, too stubborn...
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To say that Coraline liked this peculiar group of people would be an understatement, since with each passing day her fondness for them, and theirs for her, grew.
Not once had they made you feel unwelcome, not once had they expected or demanded your leave. Ever since your arrival they'd accepted you as one of their own, welcoming you with open, yet cautious arms.
If anything, the hesitance and protectiveness only strengthened your liking for them, no one in their right mind these days should proceed with anything but something along the lines of "expect and prepare for the worst, hope and pray for the best". You knew it would take some time for trust to build, but it was a good start, and that was all you could have hoped for.
It was now closing in on the second week mark of your stay at the prison and it didn't go unnoticed how with each passing day, no longer on your own, you slowly came back to life. Your spiritless and dull eyes regaining the gleam and excitement that they'd once possessed.
You felt much better, not only physically but mentally - you even wondered if your no groups rule had been a prime example of 'right idea, wrong execution' as you realized that with a group the responsibilities didn't all fall on your shoulders. You didn't have to do everything on your own. There were certainly pros and cons, but you didn't dwell on it.
Your wound was thankfully healing well, in fact you'd gotten the stitches removed this very morning.
Beth has almost been glued to your side ever since your arrival, you didn't mind though - she's a sweet girl, around Jamie's age. Every evening she'd come to your cell with dinner and you'd eat together while she gave you the rundown of the group and what they'd been through during their hectic travel - combined with a considerate amount of gossip that you didn't fully understand, which sadly left your mind wandering to Jamie once in a while, who would absolutely love the girl.
With Beth's delightful company, you not only knew much more about the people but you were also now well informed of some lunatic who called himself the Governor and was nothing but pure evil trouble - you just hoped he would move on and bless you with the gift of never having to deal with him, as they'd had to in the past.
It was still early morning as you made your way outside into the blazing heat, your curls tied in a tight ponytail while you sported a grey bandanna with some uncoordinated design - keeping your hair effectively out of your face.
As you walked past Rick and Hershel who were chatting among themselves, you caught the remainder of a curious conversation regarding a supply run that would be taking place today - the problem being that there were no volunteers as people were busy with other activities.
Such as starting a small vegetable garden and further securing the prison as the group was much bigger since the fall of Woodbury and therefore a need for more space.
