Falling into the Undead

Sparks of Hope

Falling into the Undead

Chapter Eighteen

Sparks of Hope

So, things are going to start to take a turn from here on out. Already we've seen a bunch of changes to events that were supposed to happen because of Remington, but it's only going to keep changing. Events are going to start becoming more and more unrecognizable and my own twist to things will be shining through.

As for the pairing of this story, I've decided on something a long time ago, or at least the characters decided, and I've just been writing what comes to me. It's slowly begun to start to shine through in my writing, but it picks up heavily starting next chapter.

Due to all of the changes I've made, and among other things, I understand that not everyone is going to continue to enjoy this story and some of you are. A few of you have already begun to figure some stuff out but no matter what I'm excited to continue writing and revealing to you all what I have planned!

This would have been out much sooner but my daughter has come down with some kind of illness and I'm just now getting around to editing and posting this chapter.

I hope you all enjoy!

I hear the criticism loud and clear

That is how I know that the time is near

see what we become alive in the time of fear

-Fly by Nicki Minaj

Nerves set fire to her insides.

They were well on their way to the CDC. Jim had been left behind as per request, and Remington didn't think he had much longer before changing. He hadn't looked well, but he was still clear in the head, he knew what he wanted, and though Rick had tried to persuade him otherwise, he stood firm with his wishes. Remington had backed him up, and surprisingly Shane had as well. She wondered if it was because of the same reason she had, or if he just didn't want a potential danger to be near any of them.

Merle had helped with gathering any of her things that hadn't been packed into the car yet, and she had offered space in her vehicle for any of the Dixons things. She had seen the way Merle eyed his truck, and the bike. She understood what he was thinking. It wouldn't make much sense to bring both, especially with their limited success in gathering more gas, and in the end took up her offer to ride with her family. Daryl had hopped onto the bike, shooing Merle away, stating that he still hadn't recovered, and had weak spells. Remington had jumped in, agreeing with the younger Dixon, and forcing Merle into a corner. Neither wanted to see him get hurt, but Merle refused to be the passenger. In the end Remington happily handed over the job of driving to Merle as long as he stopped if he ever felt ill.

She felt relieved that one of those she felt protective over would be in the car with her. It wouldn't ease all of the tension within her, but it helped.

Remington kept an eye on the bike that Daryl rode. Behind them, Shane took up the rear and she constantly peaked into the review mirror to check in on him. Her children and Merle were all a part of the constant swivel she couldn't quite stop. It was like a tick she couldn't break free from. At least it eased her mind and allowed her room to breathe.