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SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW long it's been since It started. A month? Two months? She wasn't keeping count. Not when she didn't have the time or resources to do so.
Juliette Graves could vaguely remember how it started. Shouts littered her street. All she could do was watch in horror as cannibals . . . no, the dead wreak havoc on the living. She could, however, vividly remember the fear and confusion she felt. The knot in her chest and the bottomless pit sinking in her stomach.
The same feeling she continues to suffer with as the days go by. She knows she'll never be completely safe. That all she can do is survive based on human instinct. There's no chance of living life as she should have anymore.
When she arrived at the camp, she didn't say a word to anyone there. She didn't even look at them. Reality had consumed her on the inside, and left nothing to express on the outside. It was unlike her, going mute like that.
The first two nights she sat there thinking about her family. Her younger sister and her mother. How were they doing? Were they okay? Would she ever see them again? Did they also find a camp they could stay at? Were they alive? The last thought hurt, because she truly had no idea.
Atlanta, Georgia, was supposed to be the safe haven of sorts. Jules would like to think that her mom and Rory would put two and two together and go to Atlanta, since that's where she was. There's a slim chance, but she still holds on to that hope.
Then there's Shane Walsh, the man Jules was sent to live with for a short period of time. Her uncle. Jules wasn't well acquainted with him beforehand, so when she arrived at his house for the summer, things were . . . awkward. At the start, she wouldn't say anything to him. But after a week, she wouldn't stop talking. Even though Jules could sense he didn't give two shits about what she had to say to him about starfish, or about sharks, or about coral reefs, she still talked to him. Every time Shane was home, she would talk his ear off about everything that came to her mind.
That same man helped the rest of the strangers that survived, forming a small group with the remaining of the Grimes' family. Lori and Carl.
Lori's late husband, Rick, led her to Shane, his best friend. Jules could see them sneaking off with each other from time to time, even going as far as kissing in front of her, and she couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach. What made it worse was that Rick Grimes had fallen into a coma, reasons unknown to her. Shane went and visited him the hospital before It happened. Jules tagged along out of curiosity.
Jules hadn't known Rick well. Never even had a conversation with him, much less talked to him. The only few times they've seen each other, Rick was either busy and in a rush, or, well, in a coma.
