Until the world falls apart - Fear The Walking Dead

XII- Truth Arena

Troy and I had parted ways in the early morning, and I was completely baffled. We had spent an evening together, sharing honest and open conversations, talking about our lives, dreams, and fears. I felt like we had established a real connection, that we had been genuine with each other.

But in the morning, he was gone. Without a word. Without even looking at me. As if none of it had ever mattered.

Was it just a game to him? Did I misinterpret his intentions? Perhaps I had been wrong about everything. Maybe I had let the moment carry me away without realizing that he didn't see that night as something more.

I had so many swirling questions in my head. Did I scare him off? Did I say something that bothered him? Why was it so hard for him to say even a word, to give me an explanation?

Did I misread the signs? Did I overestimate the importance of that night to him?

Why share so much if it's going to be followed by acting as if nothing happened?

He had gone home without a word, while I, despite my growing anger, resolved to visit the infirmary to change my bandages. Riley was on duty; she was a girl about my age. We had become friends since our arrival. She often helped me when I needed it and was always there for everyone. Over time, I got to know her, and she wasn't filled with prejudices like others, and that felt really good. She was the epitome of an angel, her eyes almost grayish-blue, seemingly reflecting the gentleness of the sky. Her eyes were a window to a kind and caring soul, showing the kindness that resided within her. Her hair! Long blonde hair like sunbeams woven into a silky cascade. Each strand seemed to carry the natural light of day, adding to her angelic grace.

We chatted happily while Riley tended to the bandages, exchanging stories and laughter.

During our lively conversation, my mother made her appearance in the room, visibly upset. Her serious look betrayed some tension.

-"Mom," I said, immediately noticing the concern on her face.

-"Hello, dear," she responded, her voice slightly tense.

Riley, who had finished tending to the bandages, understood the situation and decided to quietly leave the room to give us some privacy. I signaled my thanks to her, then turned back to my mother.

-"Is everything okay, Mom?" I asked, concerned to see her in this state.

-"I... she sighed, yes, well no, I've had enough of being misled. I intend to demand explanations from Jeremiah. I have to protect our family above all, and without the truth and without knowing who we're dealing with, it's complicated.

-"I agree, I think the best thing is to go directly to them and ask for answers," I said.

-"I was so afraid of losing you that I couldn't bear being kept in the dark for another minute," she said, her voice choked up.

-"I know, but I'm here now, and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon," I replied, smiling.

My mother smiled and then hugged me, she ran a hand on my cheek and then asked me:

-"You didn't spend the night in the cabin, where were you?

I was outside, I was tired of being locked up," I reassured her.

She nodded, stood up, and offered me her hand to help me up. Once standing, we walked to the Otto's house at the top of the hill, eager to finally get some answers and a plan of action against our assailants.

Upon reaching the Otto's front door, a conversation seemed to already be taking place among the family members. My mother knocked and opened the door, and we were stepping into the arena, releasing the lions, let the games begin.