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❀ SIDNEY❀
PEACE WAS A COMPLETE STATE OF TRANQUILITY TO SIDNEY. A patient empathy, a kind whisper, the house in which Sidney found himself sitting in front of. Hershel Greene's farm. The first membrane of peace they'd found since the bombs dropped in Atlanta. A shaky embrace of sunlight after the storm, the storm of a walker-infested world.
Hershel's farm remained a memorabilia of the old world. A looking glass into the fragile memories of Sidney's once simpler life. Characterized by a family far too generous to comfortably fit into the new ugly world. So they played pretend. They hid within the enclosure of the quiet farm and turned their eyes to the true horrors happening to those outside the bounds of their prosperous land.
The world was full of people like that, even before the end times. More than willing to play at their happiness, while turning a blind eye to the suffering of those outside their bubble.
The perils of indifference more dangerous than hatred - he read that somewhere once, back in college. The ideas of Elie Wiesel were more prominent than they had ever been.
The Greene family fit the mold of the narrative well. Until a man and his son happened upon the farm, while out looking for a missing girl. Until the Greene opened their home to a wounded child and his traveling group of strangers, brought together by the simple goal of survival at any cost.
He felt the calm pop within his fingertips, splashing the ground with the rest of his once endless hopes and dreams. Replaced by the instinct of survival. Only survival. Sooner rather than later the Greene family's peace would be shattered as well. With added presents of Sidney's group, and their never-ending streak of bad luck.
Now, Sidney sat on top of the old creaky steps of the porch, picking at his cubicles. He awaited the arrival of the rest of his people. The arrival of his grandfather. The old man no doubt storming after learning both Sidney and Glenn took off in the night to take Lucy and T-Dog to the farm.
Even after an explicit vote from the group not to do such. Not to enter the compounds of a foreign group's territory without the shield of daylight. Helping them see what the cloak of darkness would cover.
