the beginning of the end, twd

I.

Despair

It's been a couple of weeks since we attained the top of the mountains, we were just finally easing in with our new neighbours.

I eventually remembered most of their names, well the important ones for sure.

The forenamed older man named Dale had two blonde women with him called Amy and Andrea. Andrea was the one who had gotten up in Shane's face the final evening in the City.

Carol, Ed and Sophia had taken up Dale's proposal that night too. Ed was a piece of work, everyone at the camp loathed him with everything in them. Everyone knew what he did to Carol and Sophia behind closed doors, but in this new world, it wasn't that significant anymore.

I have also encountered a friendly few, a man called T-dog had shown up alone. A a woman named Jacqui and a fellow named Jim. I also met a man named Glenn, he's our go-to scavenge man. I also got to know the Morales family, a wife and a husband with two kids.

And of course, the three rednecks that are here with the primary intention of tormenting the remainder of the camp. Three men, the oldest being named Merle, the middle child called Daryl and the youngest named Johnny.

Merle was a real pain in the ass and no one could control his mouth. Daryl was the easiest going, he kept out of the way for the most part. However, he tended to detach himself from the group.

And Johnny had been staring me down ever since we arrived here, I couldn't tell if he desired to converse with me or stab me. Yet I couldn't care less.

"Annie!"
My mother calls.

I sigh loudly before stepping up out of the RV to meet her over by the clothesline, hanging up Shane's uniform.

"You've gotta keep up on your chores!"
She begins again to nag at me.

I roll my eyes at her.

Of course, she would run her mouth about me keeping up when she accomplishes nothing but, being a pity housewife. Shane wouldn't allow her to touch or look at anything, the sole reason she was permitted to leave is to go sleep with him.