JUST A WALKTHROUGH, HE SAID
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MAEVE'S BACK WAS PRESSED against a tree, her clothes were soaked in blodd, so was the machete in her grip. None of which was hers. She felt couldn't breath, her lungs were on fire and with every inhale that fire was relit. She tried not to focus too hard on that or the lump in her throat, but when she tried to focus on the sunset all she could think about was how it made all the blood pooling from the dead bodies like just more of a shiny crimson red. It burned her eyes to look at but she couldn't bring herself to look away. That's why she had tears leaking from her eyes, but she wasn't crying, she just was so focused she was forgetting to blink. She was paying no attention to the blood seeping into her mouth from her bleeding nose, she could taste it, it tasted of guilt and terror. She thought she was going to throw up, she could feel it building up and creeping up her throat. She wasn't sure if it was the sight, the smell, or the knowledge of what she had done that was making her want to vomit.
Nothing felt real. Maeve only wish was that her mind was playing tricks on her, that she had just gone insane and this was all one big hallucination. That the men laying on the ground weren't really dead, that a rain will pour and she'll realize there was no blood to wash away, then she'll look down and her hands would be clean. She'll be able to walk away pretending like her nose wasn't broken, like she wasn't covered in cuts and sweat and blood. Maybe if she blinked, maybe then she'd be lucky and she'd realize this was just a hallucination that she had out of anger.
This wasn't like her. She's never killed anybody, never taken a life, never watched as the life faded from their eyes. But, she didn't do it for fun, she had her reasons. Valid reasons, reasons like being tied to a tree and unable to do anything while they beat her brother and nearly sexually assaulted the other. She was fuming, and so the second she got free, she hunted them down like prey. Once she caught them, she was so blinded by rage that they didn't stand a chance as she attacked them.
Killing them wasn't even the part that she felt guilty about, she knew she did the world a service by not allowing these men to hurt anyone again. It was the feeling, it was the thrill. It was like an out of body experience as she watched herself kill these men, and she enjoyed it. She enjoyed watching them suffer, just like she suffered, just like her brothers did. When she did watch the life fade from all their eyes, and as they pleaded for their lives in their final moments, she couldn't help but smirk. She fucking smirked.
The guilt and the terror came from the pure fear of herself. As she looked at her hands, as she fully was coming to terms with what she had done, she knew that it unlocked something inside her. Something that kept its presence so well hidden that she didn't even know it was there until it was too late, because now it is like this suffocating feeling. This itch on her brain, this sickening feeling in her stomach, it all meant that she was changing. The scary part was, she felt as if there was nothing she could do about it.
All thoughts came to a halt, all that fear and guilt left her body as she heard the rustling off leaves behind her, all that was replaced with a survival instinct. She was waiting for more, preparing to let this darkness inside her to take over and keep her alive. She jumped out from the tree, lifted her machete up and pointed it in the direction she heard the noise.
The sight was not what she expected, or what she wanted. It was the last thing. Because she came face to face with Louis' messy blond hair, his brown eyes staring into hers, his face looked different. His right eye was swollen, his lips were cut and his jaw was bruised on the left side. He stood at the tip of her machete, never once did he look at the blade, didn't even flinch as she came out from the tree. His eyes stared at her, full of worry and pain. He saw her as a hurt and scared dog, who was only trying to protect herself. But that all changed once he looked past her at the horrendous sight. His eyes shifted, suddenly he was scared and looking around trying to see where the murderer went. His fist clenched like he was preparing himself for an attack.
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𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 , the walking dead
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