Sealed (on hold)

Curse

I awake to see light beaming through cracks and holes in the wooden barn.

What the fuck.

I try to rub my face but my hands are tied. Literally. Behind a fucking pole. Reallyyyyyyy.

I look around, Carl's groups stuff spread around everywhere. Slobs.

I start to hear voices as some people get closer.

Is it them or someone else? Someone...new.

I look down to see my navy blue tank top with my flannel shirt and my blue skinny jeans. All gross. God I wish I could shower.

The barn doors swing open. In walks the man I believe is Daryl and the women I believe is named Maggie. Carl's father follows close behind them.

I cris cross my legs as Carl's dad squats in front of me. I look down again and notice my gun and knife have been taken along with my pack and sleeping bag. Probably searched. I swear to god if they took my fuckin apples. I'm short okay it's hard to reach said apples.

His deep blue eyes stare into mine.
"I'm Rick Grimes, what's your name?" He asks.

His tone flat.

"Zoe.." I say. I start to feel nervous. I hate questions.

"Okay Zoe, I'm gonna ask you some questions alright?"

Oh god another interview. Here we go.

"Kay..." I say sounding slightly confused.

"How many have you killed?" He asks as he puts the tips of his fingers together.

"How many what? Walkers? Or People?" I say, he shrugs.

"Both," I look at him. I can see just through his eyes alone he's been through a lot. More then most should have to go through. I can tell he's strong. Emotionally and physically.

"To many and 3" I say while looking up at Daryl. He looks away. I squint. Glaring at him. I turn my attention back to Rick. He chuckles,

"What is to many? Round about how many?" He says as he raises an eyebrow.

Is this school why does he need such a specific answer? I roll my eyes,

" I don't know, 250? Maybe?" I say. His brows furrow slightly.

"How did your family die?" He questions.

Who the hell just asks that?

"None of your damn business," I spit, he looks at me calmly.

"Why did you kill 3 people?" He says with his raspy southern voice.

"I had no choice," I sigh, pretty fuckin vague but he doesn't need to know the details of why.

He smiles slightly after sitting for a moment. Thinking I'm guess.

"How have you survived?" He asks. I sit for a moment. I finally find the right answer.

"Fighting, fighting for everything that I have," I say as stare into Rick's eyes.
Daryl steps forward slightly,
"What's your weapon of choice?"

Weird question but okay.

"Gun with a silencer and if I could shoot one, a crossbow," I say, he smirks, I swear I see a twinkle in his eyes.

"I'm not to great with a blade. But I've been practicing," I chime in. Adding to my last statement. Rick looks down and smiles slightly.

"You've been alone for how long again?" He asks, I look at the wall. It's deteriorated. The wood chipped and faded.

"2 years," I say.

"Why'd you leave?" He questions. I look into his eyes. My vision starts to blur as tears fill them.

"Because I had to," I say, my voice just above a whisper as tears roll down my cheeks. Rick doesn't say anything. He stands up.

"Alright," He sighs.

"We'll be back," He says as him and the rest start to follow him out. The barn doors shut as I look down and sigh.

You deserve this.

My words repeating in my head.

I feel warm waves of tears flow down my face. They drip causing little dark blue spots to appear on my jeans.

Strange how a question can lead to such disastrous memories.

Everyone in this world has been through hell. Some more then others but everyone except a baby really, had gone through a lot.

It's hard to bring up your past. Opening up to people isn't easy. It's one of my...flaws. I have several. But letting my guard down isn't easy for me, so of course I'm gonna be vague and not want to speak of my past.

The people I love always die. They always get hurt. It's always MY fault. And if I die they hurt. No matter what, I'm always the one to blame. Either by others or by myself. That's all I am. A curse.
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IK IM VERY LAZY ON UPDATING IM TRYING OKAY.

Anyways new chapter FINALLY.
Although it was short I think it was alright. School sucks. A lot.

So a chapter without Carl huh. Rick be all interviewing, I mean it will make since. Later on... I'm gonna shut up now. Okay bye LOVE YALL .

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