"She was like a new light. A new beginning. A new end." - Rick Grimes.
This story is about Bella Sinclair and her journey through the new world of the dead. A story of hope, of justice, of family and most importantly, of love. It focuses on a simil...
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We made it to the shore, where Sherry had set up an emergency raft full of supplies, which she had offered to Morgan after he announced that he would be leaving to protect baby Mo. We had only just reunited, and already we were parting ways. I understood why, I just hoped he would have left in the opposite direction.
"You know where to go if it doesn't work out." I reiterated for probably the hundredth time, except this time I knew it would be along with our goodbyes. "Hell, even if it does work... come home, Morgan. Just come home once in a while, yeah?"
He smiled widely as I watched tears form in his eyes. "Agh, see... this is why I didn't say goodbye the last time. But I promise, one day I will. So you better make it back safe after this is all over."
"Have you really forgotten already?" I smirked, albeit weakly. "We don't die, remember?"
"You and I have a strange way of survivin'." He nodded.
"More like the two of you choose to stand in hell's fire an ask the devil why it's cold." Ezra remarked as he passed by us, helping Sarah, one of Morgan's new friends and the sister of Wendell who I met in the Tower, carry extra supplies to the raft.
"You're tellin' me you're finally leavin' us only to have another you put in place?" Sarah's tone dripped in sarcasm as she cocked one of her brows.
"I'll have you know she's worse than me." Morgan shot back.
The two got back to helping the others finishing the raft, leaving both Morgan and I to finish our goodbyes.
"They seem like good people." I smiled with pursed lips, having been introduced to many new faces.
Everyone had met up at the shore after discovering that the submarine was leaking radiation, and any anticipation I once felt soon dissipated. Morgan's friends are kind, some more reserved than others, but they reminded me of times long gone in my life. They had become a family, and I was glad that Morgan had gotten to experience that again.
"They are. So trust them, 'cause they're gonna trust you." Morgan said confidently.
"They don't know me—"
"They know enough about you, about our past, to know you're the best chance they got in this. So trust 'em, an don't let any of 'em fall behind."
I knew what he was asking me, and I wanted to reassure him as best as I possibly could. "I promise you I'll do my best for them. I plan to have everyone coming out of this alive an ready to live again."
"You include yourself in that?" He asked.
Before Morgan and I talked in the drainpipe, I felt at such a loss. I couldn't face reality, and worse still, I didn't know how to face my own children; Charlie, Judith and Theo at home, and then the little one in my belly. How do I do this, was the running question in my mind because I had never done any of it without Rick.
