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EPISODE FIVE
"we can fix this"
SEASON 5

EPISODE FIVE"we can fix this"SEASON 5

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GREY KINGSTON

"what're we doin' out here?"

"jesus, grey!" daryl exclaims, clearly frightened by my sudden appearance out here in the night.

"sorry." i frown, walking closer to the car he and carol are poking around at.

"we found it, it works." carol says, smiling at the beaten up 2007 mitsubishi.

the two of them look frozen in their tracks and are wearing fake smiles—well, carol is. daryl doesn't smile.

"you two headin' out or somethin'?"

"nah, just incase we need it though, it's here." daryl explains.

i can tell i'm interrupting on a routine scheduled carol/daryl talk, so i decide in my head that they probably want to be left alone.

"okay." i smile and then turn on my heels to head back to the church.

"what're ya doin' out here?" daryl calls out.

"nothin'! i got bored." i shrug my shoulders.

"well, be careful headin' back. we'll be right behind ya soon, so yell if ya need us."

"yes, mom." i tease, before heading off in the direction of the church.

the church is surrounded by trees, smack-dab in the middle of the woods. there's only a few roads that'll lead you straight to it and i'm currently making my way to one of them.

when i left the church about 20 minutes ago, almost everyone was asleep or trying to find a way to entertain themselves until they did fall asleep.

as i'm walking in the darkness of the woods, i hear a familiar sound in the near distance. i can't quite place my finger on it until it grows louder.

my head swings around, looking over my shoulder and i'm immediately frozen with fear.

it's a car, and it's headlights are shining directly on me.

i gasp, throwing myself off the visible road and feeling for my gun in my belt.

the car slams on it's breaks in front of the clearing i jumped into and that's when i realize i didn't bring my gun, i only have my knife. in this moment, i begin to mentally curse myself out for not being prepared for the worst.

two figures step out of the car and march towards me. i can only make out their silhouettes as the headlights from the car are backlighting them.

"if you have any weapons, drop them now." a man's voice says.

i drop my knife out of my grip and four hands pull me up by my arms so i'm standing on my feet.

"look, i don't want any trouble. i'm just—"

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 , 𝐫. 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬Where stories live. Discover now