The Walking Dead: Legacies

Wanderers

"Be careful, those are poisonous" Tate said, snatching the poisonous berries out of Jasmine's hands.

"I'm so hungry, I don't even care at this point." She said with a huge sigh.

"Well not caring is going to get you killed. We've made it to far and for what? To die from eating a poison berry out of pure desperateness? It's pointless" Tate dropped the berries and stomped on them. "Let's move"

Tate and Jasmine have been with each other since the apocalypse happened. They have never left each other's sides unless it was a quick restroom break or to find supplies, which they technically did that together even. They were both very similar looking. Brown hair, freckles, grey eyes. Just two opposite personalities. One was strategic, cautious, protective. The other on the other hand was obnoxious, careless, and immature. That would be Jasmine. She was younger than Tate by 5 years. She wasn't always like this, but she never wants her goofy side to die over tragedy. She wants to keep everyone's hopes up. Not that she could keep a relationship with anyone for more than a year. Two if she's lucky. Not the love kind of relationship, just a connection with another human in general. They've wandered for years to search for a safe place and anywhere they went, was always taken over and swarmed by walkers. Then you had Tate. He was protective of Jasmine and has nearly died numerous times just trying to keep her alive. He was a nature expert as well, so he knew what was safe and what wasn't when it came to outside things. He was a real leader. Not actually, it's just his personality. His weakness was that he kept looking into the past. They had a girl with them once. Tate really liked her, and she liked him. Tragedy struck when they went on a run for supplies though. She ended up tripping on a curb and the walkers took their chances. Tate has definitely not forgotten the screams he heard that day. They ringed in his head from time to time. Unintentionally as well. It's like they refused to be evicted from his memory. They wandered and wandered but never got anywhere. They don't really have anywhere to go now.

"Don't you ever get tired of walking? Like, we have to keep trying." Jasmine said as they trailed out of the woods onto the road.

"Yeah, no. Why should we keep trying if everywhere we go gets destroyed." Tate replied frustratingly.

"Not everywhere..."

"Everywhere."

"Oh really?" Jasmine asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. For example, the school. We had a lot of people with us but then all of the sudden, the walkers could climb!" Tate said.

"Ok maybe, but that was more recent. Before that, we didn't have an incident for a long time."

"Yeah, I get that, but like you said, that was recent. The walkers are getting smarter. Have you ever seen a walker climb before like that?"

"Maybe not, but we're most likely to die out here if we don't try."

Tate puffed and stopped. Jasmine stopped right next to him. He looked up and down the road.

He sighed. "Even if we were to start looking for a new place, where would we start."

Jasmine stood there. She glared at him for a long time. Then there was a look in her eyes. One that Tate knew very well. 

"What are you thinking of." He said looking at her concerned. Jasmine dropped her bag on the ground and began to dig through it. She did this until she pulled out a small pocketknife. 

"This... this is what one of them had in their hand. They don't just climb walls and open doors. They pick up objects." She claimed, holding the pocketknife in front of his face. "Whether you want to hear it or not, we need to find a new camp or something. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna get stabbed by a fucking walker of all things. So, we will find a new camp, and we will start right now." She buried the knife back in her backpack and stood back up.