[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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season 3, episode 1 (part 1)
It had been six, seven, or eight months since the place I once called home burnt to the ground.
Everyone had lost track of the days, every day consisted of the same thing, surviving. These past months have been filled with nothing but attempting to survive.
Throughout the months we've been traveling from place to place trying to find somewhere Lori could give birth to her baby, just so we didn't have to suffer on the road any longer.
It seemed as if I was slowly drifting away from the group as the days passed, I still felt the embarrassment of the words Lori used against me all those months ago, I felt violated that these people knew a part of my past that I still haven't healed from.
With months on the road I had learned new things, I had experienced things that I hadn't beforehand, and I had begun to value the privilege I had back at the farm.
Everyone was changing the longer we moved from place to place, the longer we survived on the road. I had changed, I had gotten quieter, and more careful of my steps, I had physically and mentally grown stronger, and I had distanced myself from many of the members to try and focus on myself.
I still cared for everyone the same, I still looked out for them, and I wasn't planning on abandoning them. But I couldn't get too close, because I knew at the end I'd end up heartbroken. I didn't want to burn myself by getting too close, I knew someday they'd be taken away from my grasp, and I knew I wasn't strong enough for that yet.
We all had struggled through the winter the most, having to huddle together to make sure we wouldn't freeze to death at night. But winter passed, and it was now finally spring, and the ugly world began to look beautiful again.
All of us were now looking at an old house before us, a herd of walkers moving us out from our old spot and we had no option but to move along to find a new place. The house in front of me was large, it was a white ranch-style home, a barn attached to it giving me some comfort as it reminded me of home.
I'm pushed out of my thoughts as I feel a hand grip my shoulder, I swing my head around to see Daryl standing beside me, an impatient look on his face as he motioned for me to walk into the house.
Without saying anything to the man I quickly but quietly walked through the back doors of the house, the door slamming closed behind the two of us as we pointed our weapons in preparation.
