VILLAINESS [TWD]

𝖇𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

we were putting on another at home talent show.

i finish playing the song i wrote a couple weeks ago and smile. i look up from my guitar to everyone sitting around.

the guitar slips from my hands, crashing to the floor and turning to dust.

mama.. no.. no.. grandma was on the couch, body slouched forward. she was a walker, but she'd been shot.

grandpa was beside her- if you could call it that. his head was detached from his body and had rolled onto the floor in front of his feet.

beth was on the floor, leaned back and limp from the bullet wound in her head- causing her to rest against the couch.

otis, patricia, and jimmy were in their own chairs, hardly recognizable from being bitten and torn to shreds.

i scream, kicking myself to stand. i fall to the floor, though and scurry backwards from the horrible sight.

i couldn't stop screaming. i crawl in a haste to the door, ripping it open. just when i make it outside, the house catches on fire- my childhood home dying in its own way.

i fall off the porch, wailing as i watch it all unfold in front of me.

a hand grabs my shoulder and i gasp.

matt, no.. dad..

dad's face was deformed. his chest was split open with organs hanging out. his jaw dangled from his face. he growls as a walker and leans closer to me.

my own ears hurt from how hard i scream and cry.

"el.. ellie.." he groans, fingers sinking into my skin.

"dad, stop!" I beg.

"eleanor!"

weakly, i kick him away. he falls to the ground, crawling towards me as i crawl backwards.

"eleanor!"