𝐼𝒩𝒩𝐸𝑅 𝒫𝐸𝒜𝒞𝐸 | Glenn Rhee X Reader

1 - Jamie's Backstory

1
Jamie's Backstory

It's been a year now. My clothes are torn and worn beyond repair. I'm always hungry. My feet hurt. I'm tired. But I have to keep going. Mom, Dad, and Gracie wouldn't have wanted me to go out like this. They wouldn't have wanted me to give up. They would've wanted me to keep going as long as possible.

    I've been living in an old cabin for 9 months now. I've been keeping track of time through an old calendar I brought with me. The cabin isn't in the same shape it had been in before. When I originally got taken into the cabin, there was another woman living with me. Her name was Erica. She had found me passed out on the side of the road from dehydration. She took me in, and treated me as an equal. She gave me a place to sleep, food, water, and someone to talk to after not speaking for weeks.

    She got bit two months ago. She was out scavenging and she didn't even hear the walker come from behind her. I even didn't know she had gotten bitten until I had gotten back from my hunting trip. I walked into the house to hear no response. I went to her room and found the door shut, with blood on the door knob. I knew what I was going to find behind that door once I saw the blood.

    I banged on the door to draw her over to it, and cracked the door open just enough to fit a knife through the crack. I think you can figure out what happened after that. She had left a note for me on the table in the living room. It explained how she had gotten bit, and told me to put her down. It talked about how she was so glad she had gotten to take me in. To have a friend.

   I tell myself that I'm fine. That I'm over her death. But I'm not. Erica saved me. I would've understood if she had chosen to leave me in the road. To go on with her life. But she didn't, she trusted me.

   The cabin only provides me a place to sleep now. The door and the blankets are the only reason I'm still here. I've been collecting rain water, and getting water from a spring nearby. I had originally been sharing Erica's water supply, but I ran out shortly after her death. There's no stores or gas stations near me for miles, and I've decided that it's safer to risk coming into contact with walkers than it is other people.

  The cabin is rotting from the inside out, but it's given me a place to lie down, and I'm not so keen on the idea of leaving just yet. It would feel like losing the last piece of Erica that I have. Eventually I'll have to leave. But i'm not ready just yet.

• • • •

word count : 497