VILLAINESS [TWD]

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I look stupid on these dumb crutches.

I look stupid hobbling around this dumb community.

What were they even getting ready to celebrate? Halloween?

Since when did we have holidays again?

I couldn't help the glare in my eyes or the disgust curl of my lips as I looked around at the people. They've been living like this the entire time. 

They didn't know what it was like to be cold. The feeling of frostbite on your limbs. Or too hot. The heat strokes would hit out of nowhere and there was nothing you could do for it because you didn't even have a sip of water around.

They didn't know what blood smelled like. The headache too much fumes of blood caused. 

The grime on their face. Acne that turned into infections that you couldn't treat because there was no medicine left.

Did these assholes even know what a walker looked like? Sounded like?

A kid and her father skip past me happily chatting about some shit the kid learned in school.

I curse under my breath and look for an empty space. At the very least, I try to get off the streets.

God, stupid wound just heal already. I needed out of this shit hole of a fever dream. Nightmare might be the better term.

At first, I won't lie, I was a little hurt that mom didn't come sit with me while I was comatose. But, now I understand what she meant by not exposing herself or Hershel to all of this.

Every little thing made me angry. It made me sick.

Anyone else would tell me to take advantage of the perks in this lifestyle, but I just wanted to go home.

Why am I even on these crutches? Daryl paid for them?

There's always a price. It was ridiculous. But, money? In this world? People genuinely treasured money above anything else?

"Excuse me-"

I don't remember meeting the man's eyes. I just know that somehow a walker had gotten inside.

I spin around and slam one of the crutches against his side. I balance the other one upright and kick him to the pavement. Just as I raise one to bash the walker in the head, Josh runs over screaming.

"Ellie, Ellie, Ellie! No, no, no, no, no!" he panics, grabbing me around the waist.

I was breathing erratically when he pulled me back a few steps. Then, a few other people rush over and help the man sit up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I scream to the man I'd hit.

Josh tightens his grip. "It's for a haunted house. Ellie-"

"A haunted house? You're dressed like a fucking walker for a haunted house?!" I screech wildly to the man. "You have any idea what those things actually are? What they can do? You stupid piece of shit, what the fuck?!"

The man and the few people that were helping him only stare at me with wide eyes as if I was the crazy one.

"Ellie, please, just-"

I push the crutches into Josh's chest and hurry down the street with tears in my eyes from the overwhelming feelings I was having. 

They dressed people up as walkers for fun? For a haunted house?

How tone-deaf could people be? How ignorant? Careless? 

I needed a way out of here as soon as possible. Wound or not, I'd survive out there. I'm not stupid and weak like these people. I actually know how to take care of myself and defend myself.