i just met these people. this dale guy is teaching me how to load and shoot a pistol. he seems sorta uncertain i should be handling a gun, but its whatever. im getting good at this stuff. his words not mine, duh.
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we are all around a campfire. theres more people than i expected. i brushes my bangs behind my ears, worrying about how alone i am, ive known these people for 5 hours and im still confused on whats happening.
ive heard the word walker being used a few times. walker seems cool so i guess ill call them that. this group doesnt seem too keen on the word zombie. they all stared at me, like i was a cyclops, i guess they havent had new people in a while?
" well. "
the man who i assume is rick.
" why are we just sitting here? lets introduce ourselves. ill go first. "
he smiled slightly
" im rick. rick grimes. " he went on. " and this is my wife, lori, and my son carl. "
i smiled harshly at them, giving them a small wave.
the circle
" hello " said a woman, grayish short hair
" im carol. " she said uncertainly
" nice to meet you carol. " i replied
-time skip-
i knew everyone now. as i layed down, feeling the leaves crunch underneath the tent, i felt a sort of comfort. i knew these people where going to have to be my new family, whether i liked it or not.
i sneaked out of my tent, taking a few things from a leather jacket i assume to be daryls. i stole a cigarette, lighter and a knife for protection. i only smoked a couple of times with my old friends at our spot in the woods. i felt like in this situation, the rules didnt matter anymore. the world was ending anyways. its not like me starting up a habit is gonna make a difference.
i climbed onto the RV and sat with my feet dangling off the roof, just over the front window. i lit the lighter and inhaled the smoke, i obviously coughed my lungs out. i covered my mouth incase i lured a walker to camp, which is the last thing i want, i barely even know how to use a pistol.
" what are you doing.. " a voice behind me spoke
" AHH- " i slapped my hands iver my mouth, attempting to put the cigarette out but instead burning my hand.
" you're jumpy arent you? " vic stated
" oh its just you. are you cool with me smoking this? " i questioned
" just dont blow the smoke in my face. " she stated.
" im glad your cool with it. " i sighed " my mom used to freak out when she smelt me after a day out, that was before she got mauled " i giggled at my own joke but i was still grieving over her. " i didnt ask for your life story but im sorry about her death. "
" its alright i guess, well " i jumped to my feet, getting the last of the tobacco out of the cigarette and flicking it off the RV. " im going to sleep, ill talk to you tommorow. "
" see ya. " vic said. she seems like the only one with sense at the moment.
