Crossing paths with a handsome human in a town full of undead was the last thing Amelia was expecting.
Shane Walsh offers her solace, safety and protection. But which is more dangerous? Surviving the corpse ridden world on her own or falling in lov...
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"there's no surrender and there's no escape." - Game of Survival, Ruelle
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I sit under my usual tree, just off to the side of camp, where I can have my own space but still observe everything.
California Dreamin' by The Mama's & the Papa's plays through my little earphones, helping me to somewhat dissociate. For what feels like the hundredth time in the last hour, I think of Shane kissing me on the cheek. I can still feel where his soft lips touched my skin..
Pathetic.
But it was just so sweet. He's so sweet.
Though, I feel not everyone around here would agree with me on that at the moment.
When Shane and I made it back to camp, everyone was talking in hushed tones and looking at us, at him. Ed was nowhere to be seen, having taken refuge in his tent. Lori came to fuss over me and see if I needed anything, all the while ignoring Shane beside me. I brushed her off, not needing the fuss, and because I didn't feel like talking her for the way she's treated Shane. He and I grabbed a bite to eat, then retreated to our own tents.
I grabbed my iPod and journal and came back out to this tree.
All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix begins to play as I find myself missing Glenn. I hope he and the guys are okay. It doesn't do any good thinking about it, so I try not to dwell. And in an attempt to think about something else, I'm back on Shane's kiss.. I sigh and I look down at my journal, which just so happens to be open at my sketch of him.
It is quite a likeness. The sketchiness of it made it a little rough, but the lightness of the lead made it soft. Rough but soft. Like him.
I smile to myself.
Amy and Andrea approach camp, bringing me back to reality. They're carrying an impressive bunch of fish that they've caught from the quarry. Lori asks how they learnt to fish, and they explain that their Dad taught them. Carl fusses over the fish excitedly, and Amy offers to teach him.
I get up and join in, so I can get out of my head.
"Shane! Look at all the fish." Carl shouts as Shane makes his way over. I mentally chastise myself for getting butterflies just hearing his name.
"Looks like we're in for a feed tonight." Shane says as he rubs his hands together. I can't help but smile at him.
Andrea tries to show Dale their haul, but he doesn't react with excitement. He barely acknowledges the sisters, his expression full of concern.
"I don't want to alarm anyone.. but I think we might have a problem on our hands." he announces lowly.
I drop my smile and my body tenses, already preparing for fight or flight as Dale turns and points up to the meadow. Jim is up there with a shovel, digging. Not exactly the problem I was expecting.. It's a little strange I guess, but what else is there to do around here some days?
