𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐝. 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧¹

𝐢𝐢𝐢.

𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎, 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚜

𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊
𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟶

𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙴'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I sat away from everyone, leaning against the wall, waiting for the truck to stop so I can get away from everyone. I really just wanted to be alone at this moment. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't even want to look at anyone.

God, Daryl doesn't even know. And that made it worse. He's out there hunting while Merle and I were on a run with the group.

Oh god. Will he blame me?

'Cause, technically, I'm supposed to look after Merle. I sniffled and looked down at my angel tattoo on my index fingers, running my right thumb over the left wing.

"Finally." I sighed in relief.

I opened the back door, jumped down onto the ground, turned and grabbed my things.

"Natalie?" Dale asked.

I didn't look at him, or anyone as I made my way to mine and Daryl's tent. I just wanted everyone to leave me the fuck alone.

I put my stuff in the corner of the tent and put my weapons by the bed. Taking my jacket off, I sat down and started thinking about everything that's happened since the world ended.

Jayda's dead. Sarah's dead. Skylar is god knows where. Merle is handcuffed on a roof. Nick is probably dead. My little brother is also probably dead. Hopefully, my deadbeat father is dead. My mother is possibly dead. God, can anything get any goddamn worse?

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Nat?" Glenn asked. Natalie looked at the entrance of the tent, seeing the outline of the former Pizza deliverer. "Nat, do you want to join us?"