1 | 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ➪ 𝔇.𝔇𝔦𝔵𝔬𝔫

F OR T Y - S E V E N

Samantha sat on the porch watching as people passed. Her knee bobbed up and down as she contemplated what to do. "Dammit," she groaned standing up. She walked down the sidewalk rushing up the stairs. She knocked on the door.

"I gained a second thought, I feel special." She heard from behind her. She turned around facing him, "I need a favor." He walked up the steps, "I thought you said I should avoid you?" He stood in front of her. "There may be happiness on the other side, I'd like to find out." She shrugged. "What's the favor?" He asked unlocking his door and motioning for her to go inside.

She followed him in, "I don't want to stay with the others it's a little cramped. And I don't want to live alone." She avoided eye contact. "I don't mind, I don't know if my girlfriend would be okay with it." He shrugged. "I'm sure she would love to have me over. I've been told I'm a great kisser." He didn't know what to say considering that wasn't the response he expected.

"You don't have a girlfriend. It's obvious." She smiled. "Yeah, yeah. Sure you're a good kisser, I haven't seen those skills." He scoffed not believing her. "You just want me to kiss you," he laughed. "What can I say, none of the women here are my type." She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, so you only care about looks." He stuttered as he tried to find his defense.

"I'm joking." She punched his arm lightly. "I'm everyone's type," she was happy she felt herself again. She could make sarcastic comments she could feel happy again. "You sure got a big ego." She smiled widely. "Got a big dick too," she said. He laughed loudly shocked at what she said.

"I like you, Samantha," he said with a smile. "Not too bad yourself, Matty." He shook his head a smile of embarrassment on his lips. "Don't call me that, my mother called me that. Always in this high shrill voice." "I believe it."

"Any siblings?" Samantha asked jumping up so she could sit on the counter. "Nah, only child here. What about you?" She had only now realized how that question backfired. "Yeah, I got a sister. Amelia." She shrugged. "She here?" Samantha shook her head. "Nah, died before this shittiness." She shrugged. "Shit, sorry."

"How many walkers you killed?" He asked. "Over 200," she said truthfully. She let him ask the three questions. "How many humans have you killed?" She sighed. "Close to 20, maybe 30, 35 at most." He nodded. "Why?" She looked at him. "Cause I could." She didn't know how else to explain it. No matter what she knew she seemed like a monster, monsters weren't born their made. But the devil was always a sadist.

"Why?" He asked again. "At first because of my family then, so I could feel something besides dead inside." She confessed. "You're complicated, maybe a little twisted. Doesn't mean you deserve to be alone." He said standing in front of her so his legs bumped against her knees.

"You in need of a slightly crazy, just a little schizophrenic, tiny bit clingy friend?" He chuckled, "Very self-aware." She nodded with a hopeful smile. "I've only ever had slight dickheads, with a tiny bit off asshole shoved in their pussy. Never had slightly crazy," he said with a shrug. "Figures so is that a yes?" He nodded.

"You smoke inside?" She asked and he shook his head. "Good," she patted his chest motioning for him to move back so she could get down. His hands went to her waist lifting her off the counter. "You just want a reason to touch me." He shook his head moving to the side. "No, didn't want you to fall." "Yeah sure. I'm gonna go, see you later Matthew." She waved before leaving.

"Hey, Carl, where you going?" Samantha asked. "To see Jessie's sons. Dad said I should try and make friends." Samantha nodded walking with him. "Can I go?" He nodded. They walked into the house going up the stairs. Samantha knocked on the door frame. Ron quickly jumps up going to Carl so he could start introductions. "Guys this is Carl, Carl this is Mikey and Enid." Mikey gave Carl a wave whereas Enid remanded quiet.