• inexorable
Adjective
impossible to stop or prevent
syn; relentless-unstoppable-unyielding-merciless-pitiless
"the inexorable march of death awaits us."
THE WALKING DEAD
season three-season six
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"the edge is razor-thin between being numb and feeling everything"
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Chapter Three: New World Order.
THE HEAVY CLASH of doors followed behind us as we carried the bags of corn and rice. Well, I couldn't carry much except for a box filled with canned food. Fruits, veggies, beans, tuna fish and pasta sauce. There were no words said between me and the others. It was uncomfortable, but comforting in a way—if that makes any sense at all. It was nearing the afternoon, and the Georgian heat was settling right in. It didn't feel any better to know all eyes would be on me.
"Soup's on!" T dog playfully cheered as he carried three boxes full of canned goods. "I've got canned meat, canned corn, shit, I've got canned cans." He grinned cheekily as the young boy from earlier opened up the cell block. I couldn't help but chuckle.
I carefully set my heavy box on one of the cafeteria tables. It didn't feel right for me to be in there again. Rick walked right past me, but his crystal blue eyes stared right at me as he did. He was carrying two bags of corn. Admittedly enough—he's a handsome man. Very handsome, but he's got a glint in his eyes. A killer's shine, as I liked to call it. He's a dangerous man. Now that all the commotion had died down, I realised how uncomfortable I really felt.
I'm stood completely defenceless in a room full of a dozen strangers. None of them looked all too pleased about me being here either. I felt completely exposed. I didn't know where to look, what to do or if I should speak or keep quiet.
They all just stood there completely vacant almost inspecting me like I was some experiment to them.
"How's uh. How's that guy doing?" None of them spoke. "The one that had his leg cut off?" I elaborated further.
Rick took a few steps towards me, staring me down some more.
He tilted his head, his hands on his hips. "We know what you're talking about." He drawled out.
The pregnant woman stepped closer towards Rick, quickly mumbled something indecipherable in his ear and backed away again.
"Everyone, go to your cellblocks. Daryl, Glenn and Maggie you's stay down here."
The palms of my hands became sticky with sweat and my heart rate increased as the majority of the group headed up up to their cells—following the ring leader's orders. I've got so many questions but with the way Rick's looking at me I don't wanna ask any. It seems to me, the 4 people in front of me will be asking all the questions.
