The Exit • TWD. [✓]

𝟏𝟏𝟓, hopper the frog!

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estella was still in the woods. people were going in groups to go to wherever it was that they were going. estella didn't want to leave until daryl left, though, so she was staying with him in the woods. there wasn't much to do, though, so she'd been killing the walkers that got a little too close to the groups. she was firing arrows into their skulls, and then pulling them back out. there were a lot more strays in the woods than usual, probably because of the horde.

another walker came out of the trees. it was a woman that had dreads in her hair, much like michonne's, except the walker didn't have cute little additions in hers, like seashells and little gems. the walker wore a long, white dress that looked like a wedding dress, or something close to that, like a bridesmaid dress. she didn't have shoes on, either, so estella assumed that she was wearing heels and they came off a long time ago. if she was having a wedding, that meant she must've died years ago at the start of the turn.

estella frowned slightly. that poor woman was probably going to marry the love of her life that day, and or just married the man or woman of her dreams, and then died. it was sad. they never got to live the rest of their lives together like they'd wished. the world was cruel, and sometimes estella got that little reminder that there was a world before this one. she didn't remember an awful lot that happened before the turn.

she didn't remember what her real dad looked like, or her mom. all she knew was that her dad had curly hair like hers, and her mom was blonde. she didn't even remember the day she met daryl and the rest of the group on the farm, either. she knew it happened, but if she tried to remember details about it, she couldn't. all her memories had daryl in them. she didn't remember a life without daryl, or maggie, or carol, or judith.

"that walker is getting awfully close to you." estella heard an unfamiliar voice say from behind her, making her quickly shoot the bride walker in the head, before she turned around.

there was a boy stood there. he had blonde, messy hair and blue eyes. he looked around her age, but he was pretty tall. he wore a pair of black boots, with some khaki green cargos and a black hoodie. he had a necklace on his neck, with a mini shell on the end. it was an angulate wentletrap, if she remembered correctly. he also had a sword on his back, and a watch on his wrist. he had a bandana on his head, too, that pushed the hair out of his face.

"who the hell are you?" she asked, quickly raising her crossbow.

the boy held his hands up in surrender. "chill out. i'm part of maggie's group. my name is kasper."

"like the friendly ghost?" estella quirked an eyebrow as she put her crossbow down. kasper just laughed slightly.

"no, not like the friendly ghost." he playfully rolled his eyes. "it's polish. i lived there until i was four, i don't remember it."