Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

By Troy 3

I don't really understand how to behave with women. This whole story with flowers and a nice attitude is objectively not about me. It's always been fun to watch these "males" who think which restaurant will help them get a girl into bed faster. All these theaters, movies, roses, suits, ties and other disgusting things just drive me crazy just thinking about it. I am insanely happy about the apocalypse, if only because I am no longer considered such a psychopath as I used to be. Although I've never been one. I'm just not a victim of marketing and empty show-offs. My goal in life was never to buy a house fenced with a white picket fence, drive a Porsche or become a rich lawyer, and that's why I was considered a complete scoundrel. But why would I do that? Initially, I lived with the understanding that one day the world will collapse, and it will absolutely not matter how many dollars are in your account or what badge your car has. It is only important to be Akela in a pack of wolves and bring something new. And the fiesta! Finally, people are seeing this world the way I've always seen it. Without this brilliant delusional tinsel.

When everyone has the same goal — to survive, it's much easier for me to perceive others. People take up arms, and I feel calmer in my heart, because I am no longer alone. That's how I met Della. She is, of course, from a completely different opera. More precisely, she was from another opera. She had a damn expensive watch and clothes, an unrealistic amount of money earned by her husband, real estate and...? What now? Where is all this? Life changed in an instant. But she was able to survive because everything in her soul is the same as mine. She's just like me. Yes, less strong-willed, and therefore was not rejected by society. But she was definitely cramped in her familiar world. I'm feeling it. It's a pity that our paths could not have crossed earlier. And even if they could, she wouldn't look at me. But now everything has fallen into place, there is no one stronger than me next to her. And I'm glad of it. I'm the main person in her life. Just like she's in mine. She can't go anywhere.

It's funny to look at this young fool Dean. He thinks he can impress her with something...

I'm glad I'm back at the ranch. That those to whom it did not give up, left here. It's a pity that Clarky and Della's family are among them. I didn't expect this from Danny and Nick. But everything will be perfect here, then I will return them. They will see me as a leader and a hero. This will bind Adaline even more to me. What a beautiful name she has... Yes, she has everything beautiful. She's perfect. And it will be difficult for her to give up a man whom everyone considers a savior.

Probably, after these words, you might think that I don't love her... But this is not the case. I love her more than life, so I can't let her go. That's why I need reinsurance. I know she doesn't love me as much as I do. She's a woman. This is logical. Men are always shown love more honestly. Women need additional facts besides the man himself. Gifts, stability, protection... Some people think it's disgusting, but it's not. What, besides stability and protection, can a man offer a woman? A beautiful body? No, our maximum - athletic body. We are not particularly aesthetically pleasing. It is unlikely that at least one normal lady is eager to consider a member. Can we bear and give birth to a child? No. Of course, we participate in this, but not to the same extent as women. And that's if you don't go into details. Thank you, nature, that at least we were not deprived of strength. And this power is the most important thing in the world. Especially now, when all the surviving humanity has finally understood this.

In general, I can't change myself. That's why I know she can leave. My outbursts of rage will drive her crazy. So I don't have many options, and to be precise, only one: to do everything possible to bind her to me forever.