𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒, the walking dead (rewrite)

03. duck.³

Genesis

[season 3—episodes 1&2]

seed & sick

MELISSA LET A long yawn to fall from her lips as she adjusted her knife through the belt loop. She'd gotten just a few hours of sleep, the horrifying thought of sleeping in a prison kept her awake most of the time, the other was her nightmares, they had grown during the last eight months, sometimes they were all she thought about. That's why she kept guard most of the nights, to avoid her dreams.

Popping the bones in her neck, she turned to give Carl a slight pat on the head before she passed through the gated entrance and followed the rest to venture further into the prison. Flashlights, guns and new weapons in hands, the survivors walked wearily through the pitch-black hallways. The group was the same as yesterday, only this time Hershel was with them instead of Ben, he'd lost against Maggie's idea of flipping a coin.

The floor was covered in dust, the walls coated in blood and the smell was awful. From time to time, they would come across an old skeleton, unturned and dead, skinless. They stopped to cover Glenn while he spray painted arrows on the walls that pointed to the direction they just came from.