He, who devoured the undead found solace in a place. Blood on his shirt, tears stains of all the undead and those who decide to end their life to end their misery.
And then who is powerful with all the mighty need to save those in need out of the ca...
He travels the fastest who travels alone. - By : Rudyard Kipling
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A low rumbling engine hums occasionally with a soft quiver under me. The truck swayed along the journey, unable to sway away with our pain. In the four corner boxes, women and kids sat quietly in their thoughts, sniffle and hissing were heard every now and then.
Far outside of this four-corner box, another low rumbling engine hum, and guns shot were heard at times. From what I was able to catch, we weren't the only truck moving, however, I can't put my word on how many exactly were there.
The air thickened, as we slowly lacked oxygen in this closed four-wall. Even that, not even a whisper filled the room. Not even a cry after being traumatized again and again.
If I have a word to describe the Laketown residence I would say, brave really does describe them perfectly. This wasn't the first time, and their first wasn't too far as much ten years or so but only two years or maybe three years ago. The kids still remember the first time it's happening, and the same goes with every survivor.
Just a few hours ago, we happily spent time at the edges of the lake. Argued and was silly until Dylan suddenly changed his mood in the morning but still, he refused to let his mood affect others. He still allows those strong men to swim across the lake, to another open field with animals coexisting together.
Just a few days ago, I was put on a sit and was lectured on safety, Sarah's words, I quoted:
"Stay with Dylan no matter how annoying he can be, no matter what happens. If anything goes unexpected and dangerous, at the very least Dylan could protect you."
Was what she said, after I tried to explain how I was fine being left for a moment, her nose flared, and her eyes widened as she scooted closer from her seat, unable to sit quietly and calmly.
"Listen here, you, young man, if anything happens and you come back with a scratch, I swear I would never let you out anymore. I don't care if you have to repeat the 'boring' gardening every day or tend to 'hard' farming. If you dare to get hurt I'll make sure you regret it."
The only regret I was having was leaving you alone and unable to fend for yourself. I could barely imagine how much pain you were in, being hurt like that. But again I do ask you what if Dylan is the one who gets hurt, just like now? You would lean on the coach as if you don't care while also pride emitting from your shoulders.
"He is an old man. Old men like him know how to survive, he just refuses to let us live comfortably without him. Not that I could do though. No matter what he will find a way to keep you safe"
He did, and now he is completely forever leaving me behind. I pulled the necklace, a necklace, Sarah put her life for. Why Sarah, why?. It's just a necklace, it isn't worth your life.
