Not the Walking Dead

Round the Campfire

{This one's a good bit shorter. Let me know if anyone has a preference for this or the longer chapters. I like the longer one's personally but I could update more frequently with the shorter ones. Anyway. Enjoy catharsis.}

Settling down on the log by the fire felt like taking my seat in the electric chair.

This, if ever, is the make or break time. My one shot. I'm so close to the finish line with Rick and Merle, but anything I say wrong could trip me up feet from the finish. Not to mention the others that are the entire race away from trusting me.

"You finally gonna start explaining your crazy?" T-Dog asked with his normal attitude, and I looked around to make sure everyone had gathered around. Every face I did and did not know was accounted for, and every pair of eyes was trained on me.

"Yes," I sigh and bow my head slightly at T-Dog. "Though, I highly doubt my explanation will make you think I'm any less crazy."

Everyone shook their heads, so many glaring at me or looking at me in fear.

Not a great start. But I can roll with this.

"Where do you want to start?" I asked and cast my eyes across all of them.

"How do you know everything about us?" Glenn asked. I huffed a laugh and shook my head.

"That's a gross overstatement," I started and looked him in the eyes. "I don't know everything. Even those of you I'd wager to bet I know better than you know yourselves, I still don't know everything about."

"Ok, but how?" Glenn stressed, and everyone nodded along with him. I sighed and looked over at Rick and Morgan briefly, who had the most information about me so far.

"I'm not from around here. I'm from a different world," I paused for a second to make sure they heard me. Nobody interrupted me so I kept going. "Not like an alien, but more parallel realities. Minor differences between worlds that keep our experiences relatively the same. There's just one key difference. In my world, I read and watched your stories unfold. How you survived, how you fought, how you grew in this new world, and how you died. I died in my own world and chose to come to this one in hopes of giving you some happier endings. Or happier stories at least." Most people didn't have much emotion on their faces at all. Absolutely none of them believed me.

Can't blame them, honestly. I hardly believe me.

"Do you really expect us to believe that?" Glenn asked incredulously. Everyone looked at him and nodded in agreement. I shrugged simply in response.

"No, not really. But I figured I'd have a harder time coming up with a lie and getting you to believe me. So the fantastical truth it is." I smirked at him and kept my posture relaxed on the log, trying not to show how nervous I was about them not believing me.

"How do you expect to prove it?" Shane asked rudely, clearly assuming I couldn't and I'm either delusional or some misguided asshole.

"First of all, you're a cop. Well, you were. You know damn well I wouldn't be able to plan so well if I was so delusional that I actually believed that without it being true. And if I were just an asshole trying to take your shit or kill you all, there are much easier ways to do that then come up with a interdimensional story." I told Shane and maintained eye contact.

"So you expect us to believe, what? That God brought you here to help show us the way?" He asked again, same amount of rudeness.

"I called her Amelia. She didn't seem so much like "God" as just the entity of death itself. Can't say it makes much sense to me either but here we are. How else would I know so much about so many of you?" I asked and looked around.