to her, the world was silent.
she couldn't hear the birds sing, the leave rustling in the breeze, the crashing of a waterfall.
she couldn't hear the pained cries, the moans of the dead, the sound of the knife breaking through skin.
whether she was b...
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HARLOW SAT ON THE PORCH, OBSERVING THEIR SURROUNDINGS.
She was just waiting. For someone to come by. For Daryl to find her. He was a hunter, he was a tracker. If anybody could find her, it was him.
He made it out. There was no doubt about that.
The door opened behind her and she felt the vibration of footsteps on the wood beneath her. She spotted Michonne out of the corner of her eye and watched as she sat down next to her,
"I'm sorry." She signed,
Harley appreciated the prison so much. Most of the people there tried to learn as much ASL as they could... all for her.
"Wasn't your fault." Harley signed back.
"I should've killed him when I had the chance." The dark skinned woman responded verbally, and Harley watched her lips,
"Everything... happens for a reason." Harley attempted to speak as clear as she could, her voice scratchy and rough, "If it's meant to be, we'll find each other."
It was definitely a lot easier to say than to believe.
Nora walked into the dining room, where Carl was sitting with a bowl of cereal. It was a nice sight to see. Despite not having any milk, he was still sitting at the table, eating with a bowl and spoon.
She walked over to him and set down a bottle of water by his bowl before grabbing her own. Carl glanced up at her and giggled at the large button up she was wearing,
"Do you have something to say about my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt?" Nora smirked down at him, adjusting the sleeves on the button up,
"No, no, no." He grinned, "It looks great. Oh, you missed a..." He motioned to a button and she went to adjust it,
Once her shirt was fixed, Nora sat down and poured herself a small bowl of corn flakes, "I wish we had some soy milk." She sighed,
Carl raised an eyebrow and stared at her in disgust, "Seriously?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Yes, seriously. Have you ever tried it?"
"My best friend in third grade he was allergic to dairy." The younger Grimes recalled, "And every day he would bring this soy stuff to lunch. I tried it."
"And?"
"I threw up." He grinned,
Nora scoffed and threw a flake at him, "Oh, yeah, right. You're being dramatic." She smiled back,
