Freya Quinn was uniquely herself despite the events of the apocalypse she was thrown into. She was a paradox to understand and a combination of heaven and hell thrown together to create such a woman. And the only person in the whole wide world that...
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FREYA READ A BOOK IN the back of Carol's Cherokee as Rick drove it along the highway, following the RV that Dale was currently driving. Up ahead, scouting for anything dangerous was Daryl as he drove on his motorbike.
Other than the moments of conversation between the Grimes' or Peletier's, Freya would just hear the revv of the motorbike as she re-read another Donna Tartt book.
It had been a whole day since the fall of the CDC, and it was coming close to the end of October, which of course, no one could really tell, as there any really any calendars hanging around anymore. But the air started to get more cool and the humidity started to die down.
Which was probably one of the reasons why Daryl started to wear a leather vest with angel wings on the back of it. And thank every deity known to man that it showed his arms -Freya couldn't care less about what she definitely wasn't thinking about anymore, since those thoughts were in her head and she wasn't actually saying them aloud. Besides, what could it hurt that she just liked Daryl's arms? She liked Carol's haircut too, did that mean she was in love with Carol? No!...Leave Freya alone.
Freya was just about to flip over to the next page when the girl in front of her turned around and grabbed her attention. "Freya," Sophia started. "Have you ever went to a concert before?"
A smile cracked on Freya's face. "I've been to many concerts, why do you ask?"
Sophia glanced at Carl and smiled. "Which ones have you been too?"
"Well." Freya closed her book, putting it on one of the many bags that were next to the woman. "The first one I went too was Elton John in 1994-"
"You went to an Elton John concert?" Lori whirled around, now invested in the conversation as well -shocked firstly that Freya first concert was Elton John of all people.
"I met him in person too, had a backstage pass...god, 13 year old me had the biggest teeth. I can still see the photo now." Freya had stolen the only copy of that photo ever printed, and she kept it in her apartment in Boston. Wasn't like anyone was going to find it.
"Who's Elton John?" Carl asked, and even his own father looked appalled by his son's statement.
"Elton John is an iconic legend." Freya answered without missing a beat. "The next time I find a CD and a stereo, I'm going to play it for you."
"Have you been to any other concerts?"
"Hell yeah I have, I went to all the greats...Uh, Nirvana, Billy Joel, Brittany Spears, Johnny Cash, The Smiths, Shaina Twain, Beyonce, Eminem, Foo Fighters."
"God, you're bank account must be a sight." Carol looked over her shoulder with a smile as Freya rambled on about every concert she could remember going to. To most of them, she went alone since no one she knew even liked her favorites, but Freya enjoyed her own company, so she didn't mind going alone.
