walker side shit

~Her~

//97679's P.O.V//

I can see her in the distance. I can see her curled up, on the floor, crying. I can see them hurting her. I want to run over and try to help her but I know I'm too weak...

'Faith!'

I snap out of my little daydream and turn to whoever was calling my name. It was #22. He looked kinda pissed at me.

'can you snap out of your damn fairyland for just 5 seconds?'

I can feel a pain in my chest as he says that, knowing what I saw in my head was the complete opposite of 'fairyland'. I have to hold back from crying.

'Just focus. We're this code to completing this damn supply run'

I then see #0 running out with some random Fabric items and sewing tools. I know exactly what he's thinking of doing with them.

'Look what I found'
'what the hell are we supposed to do with Fabric and sewing tools,smartass'
'we can make clothing, blankets and other things,brainiac'
'Why did we have to bring the kid though?'
'She thinks logically, unlike you, 22.'

22 rolls his eyes. I'm starting to feel tears rolls down my face. I really miss her. I cant bear the thought of her getting hurt again. I wanted to just kill the whole company. I wipe the tears from my face and look up to 0. He puts his hand on my shoulder.

'are you alright?'
'I... I think so...'
'You miss her, don't you?'
'Yeah....this whole red nexus bullshit just makes me want to bomb the place'

I look to a scar on my wrist and sigh. How long will it take to find her? Everyone knows that she's in the nexie camp but how are we gonna get her out? I snap out of my worries and I walk behind #0 and #22. Why would the drag a child out here?

...timeskip:4 days later...

I'm sitting on my bed, writing poetry again. I'm listening to old recordings of Alan's music that he managed to preserve before the storm happened. That man has many recordings on all old technology like mp3 players and cassette tapes. It's quite fascinating actually. I love analog horror. I love it. I remeber watching an analog horror annoying orange creepypasta video and loving it. Speaking of creepypastas, I've also loved things like red mist and sonic.exe. I even wrote one inspired by the events happening now. Where Alan's plan fails and everyone dies and he's cursed to live with it. He doesn't have to hear to end his life but he doesn't want to live it.

'Faith'

I snap out of my yappping session to myself. I see Alan at my door. I take my headphones off and turn the music off.

'Yeah?'
'Do you have one of the cassettes?'
'Yeah why?'
'Just wondering since one was missing'
'Ah, right. It's the same song over and over.'
'Just make sure you don't drive yourself insane'

He looks to my bed,where my notebook is.

'What are you writing?'
'Poetry'
'Of course. Didn't expect anything less from you guys. Well I'll leave you to it'

He smiles and walks away. I release my breath. He always made me so nervous. After all, he was still my idol. I looked up to him massively. I put my petty boom away and feel a little off. Like somethings not right. I look around. Everything's spinning. I can see her again.... I call her name out and there's no response. I call her name over and over for what feels like forever. She's suffering. I can feel it. I start sobbing as I realise this. We have to save her. There's no getting away from what we need to do. I suddenly feel a hand on me. I snap out of my illusion and see 97414 looking at me with worry. I turn to the corner and see 76267 looking at me with concern. I shook my head to make sure they weren't in my head. They aren't. My embarrassment becomes more obvious when I realise that they heard me calling for her.

'Are you okay?'
'Yeah....just hallucinating....'
'Are you insane?'
'Very funny 76267'

I can see her again. She's smiling at me. I can hear her voice now. She's talking to me. She needs my help. I break free from the grasp of my friend and run. I run out of the safe place and toward the forest. I feel like I'm being pulled towards there. I run to the cave where I hear a soft cry. I turn around to see Alan, who had followed me. He looked worried yet slightly angry at me.

'Where do you think you're going?'
'There's someone in there!'I can hear it!'

The whimpers come from the cave again and Alan now looks convinced. I hear her voice again. Calling for help. I run into the cave and see a woman. I can't tell who it is but I know it's

'Lily!'

I run to her and help her out of the cave. Sure enough. It's her.

'How did you know I was here'
'I heard your voice....over the adt few days, I kept hearing you cry for help. I felt compelled do search for you....'

Alan looks as of he's in denial. He walks up to lily and touches her face and his eyes tear up.

'Its you.... It a really you!'

He hugs her, the tears falling from his delicate blue eyes. She puts her bruised, pale arm in his back, also crying. She looked scared. Like she's been hurt. I smiled, knowing I wasn't crazy. We hurry back and there stands Yordan,in denial that we found her. I lead her to the room we made for her. She changes into the clothes we know she is known for. That beautiful black coat that had the tear on the left side. The brown bag that has nothing in it yet held so much worth. Those little grey boots she wore when she went out. She was finally with us again. She was finally home