(Present Day)
Agent Fields cracks his knuckles as he stops typing just for a few seconds. The popping sensation reminds Garrett of the breaking of bones.
Garrett had recently started to feel the air conditioning blow against his face. Outside of this room, the day was scorching. Workers fainted, small children ran inside. It almost seemed like everyone on earth was in their homes. The houses were filled with a continuing breeze, refreshing after your body feels like it is like a boiling pot of water. The swift circulation of the air in the homes was something no human can comprehend.
Air conditioning was by far the few things he missed. But he never really forgot about the feel that was now blowing against his face. It was like someone had opened a refrigerator, it felt delightful.
He knew very little about the man that sat in front of him, the bald man with the suit on typing away at the computer. It was like something out of a movie and Garrett had to laugh at himself. He never expected to be in this position. After all; he and his friends were safe here.
"Woodbury." Agent Fields began to say. "Was it a place like this?"
"According to my people, yes....almost the same." Garrett replied.
"Philip Blake....or A.K.A. The Governor; he's a bad person just like Leagues?"
Garrett nodded his head.
Fields then pauses taking in the information. "Just for the record, I don't think we are bad people."
"I haven't decided yet." Garrett said with a cold hard stare. "We haven't even met the person in charge yet." He rubs his chin and feels the scruff on his face.
"I understand." Fields tells him sensing that Garrett is uncomfortable with the situation that has presented itself.
"No you don't." Garrett slammed his fist onto the metal table. "You told me that you are going to get stories from everyone in my group. What happens then? What happens when everyone gets bored reading our stories? You bring in another group of people, huh? I'm telling you right now, bringing in people is a bad decision on your part!"
"Are you saying that we should have never invited you and your group inside our walls?" Fields looked at him in shock.
Garrett looked down immediately regretting what he had just said. But he couldn't show Agent Fields that he was weak, that his group was weak. In truth, this whole place was what they have been looking for since the beginning of the deadly outbreak. He had to change the subject quickly.
"A place like this.....its perfect." He mutters and Fields smiles. "A place like this, it can't exist. What does this place do?"
Fields is shocked and his smile quickly fades away. He took those words as an insult.
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(3 Years ago)
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Lucas and Clayton sat quietly in a different apartment complex than when they first met. They sat at a table that was close to the wall. The table between the two of them. But there was that awkward moment when you and a stranger lock eyes. She did that once with him, and now she looks down onto the table she sits at.
It was solid with engraved cabriolet legs, inlaid wood of different shades and sanded to perfection. She didn't know any better but it could have been hand made with a chisel or a saw. Something to this magnitude should not be in an apartment she thought to herself.
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Nothing but Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic)
FanfictionHey all, this is a book I have actually been writing this book since I was a freshmen in high school. Its about my town and the people I have grown up with (Names have been modified.) I hope everyone understands what I'm doing in this book. Garrett...
