𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 — 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍
❝ seven months ❞Spring came quickly once she got back to Atlanta.
Soon enough the bone-chilling air grew balmy and the waters became warm enough to bathe in again without warming it. She enjoyed those moment — when she could let her body sink into the water, her hair encasing her face. She would come up for air once her lungs ached, and yet the ache in her heart never lessened as she breathed. It was also in those moments, as the sun shown down on her and her bones ached from the constant moving, that she realized just how alone she was.
She walked through the woods in silence, her knives at the ready. Her holster was growing heavy, complete with her axe, knives, and gun. It didn't do much to calm her nerves, though. Nothing did anymore, really. She finally broke though the treeline a few minutes later, swinging her few squirrels off of her back. She sat in the bed of Hershel's truck, skinning and cleaning them for dinner later. She looked up periodically, the silence deafening. She hadn't run into any Walkers during her hunt, but that didn't mean they still weren't there, lurking.
Madeline had only found one good thing about being alone in the apocalypse: the food. She was able to maintain her food rations above her daily consumption, allowing her to eat more than she had at the farm or even the quarry. Not that her food supply canceled out the dozens of cons about being alone, but it was something she reminded herself of when nights grew long.
Once she had finished preparing her hunt, she tucked them away in a cooler she had found a few days ago. She did one final sweep of her surroundings before getting into the driver's seat. She took a moment to lean her head against the steering wheel, restarting the song she had playing softly through the speakers. The passenger seat was filled with her few packs of belongings she took from house to house. In the mesh fronting of one of the packs was a picture of her brothers. She traced her finger along their faces, whispering to them.
She was startled from her thoughts by a loud bang on the glass of the passenger window. Her head shot up, and her eyes narrowed at the sight of a Walker gnawing at her side window.
"You better not scrape the fucking paint, geek." She hissed. "This is a rental." Her voice was squeaky from lack of use, but it grabbed the monster's attention once more. She rolled her eyes at its grabby hands, shifting gears and pressing hard on the gas. She sped down the road, snorting as she watched the Walker tumble roll off the road and into the deep brush.
Silence fell back over her as she drove towards the development she was currently staying in. It was a small dead-end road that was hard to miss if you didn't know about it, which she liked since it make it even less likely to run into any other group.
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𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 - 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍
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