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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓.When she returned she saw Daryl sitting on a log by the fire drinking from a small bottle of liquor. "You drink girlie?" He questioned. Her eyes squinted, he really didn't care about her actual name. "You drink?" He asked again. She sat down snatched the small flask and took a quick and small swig.
Swallowing was hard as it burned her throat. She gave him the bottle doing her best not to cough, but not coughing caused it to hurt and burn more. She couldn't hold back and coughed up a metaphorical lung. Daryl waited a moment for her to calm down before he started laughing. She blushed in embarrassment. When he finally spoke his accent was extremely strong and noticeable. "That was real fucking funny." He wiped his tears and she rolled her eyes.
"It's your turn to pratol." She snapped. Once his laughing came to a stop he got up and grabbed his crossbow heading to the woods to patrol.
She stared at the shiny reflective sword. It reflected a part of her face, it reminded her of the world before. You only let a number of people see the true you and others are forced to see the mask covering the lies. It brought up a question in her mind, one she had thought about for hours. Would you prefer a lot of little white lies or, a small number of big lies? She heard a twig snap behind her and turned around putting her sword against who was behind her. And right as she noticed who it was the little girl started crying.
"Oh, my good Sophia." She dropped her sword and moved from her position and kneeled in front of the little girl who was sobbing. "I'm sorry Sophia, I thought you were a walker." She said sympathetically. She kneeled on one knee and had her sit on her leg. Sophia was hesitant but did anyway.
Her crying didn't slow and Samantha was filled with guilt. "I'm sorry Amelia, I mean Sophia." A moment of confusion on Samantha's part. "Who's Amelia?" She heard Sophia ask. "She was my best friend. She was the kind of person who makes you think differently about the world. Have you ever met someone like that."
"No." She whispered her tears slowing. "Well if you did I would be worried." Samantha chuckled. She brought her hand up to wipe Sophia's tears. "I apologize for scaring you." Samantha smiled. With a yawn, Sophia rested her head against Samantha's shoulder. And soon the little girl was resting soundly. Samantha lifted the girl up and even while sleeping her arms and legs wrapped around Samantha. She took her to the tent Carol shared with Carl and Sophia. She zipped it open and saw Carol wide awake.
"Sophia said she was gonna look for you. Wouldn't let me come, but I didn't listen." Carol said staring at parts of the tent. "I'm so sorry, I thought she was a walker," Samantha said leaning down and laying her next to Carol. "I know, I wanted to ask you something," Carol said finally sparing her a look. "I know I am not physically skilled to protect her, but you are. And I ask that if I can't protect her, that you do." And not even hesitating she said yes. "You didn't hesitate, why?" Carol asked her tone made it clear she was suspicious. "I knew someone who reminds me so much of her. And I did everything I could for her. I failed." Samantha said looking down.
