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"so for once in my life let me get what i want" Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘴
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"Hershel's dead?" Lana's voice croaked.
The blow of wind danced through her hair, a refreshing relief from the scorching day, as she perched on the back of the military truck. Glenn lay unconscious beside her, yet she hardly spared him a thought, too focused on the girl next to her.
Time ticked by sluggishly, a mere four hours since they were picked up by Abraham, Rosita, and Eugene. Four hours of enduring the unforgiving hardness of the metal truck bed, enduring every jostle and bump along the way. Her back screamed in protest, yearning for a chance to stretch and roam, no matter how many times she readjusted her position.
Tara avoided Lana's gaze. "I never expected him to actually do anything. He told us you were the bad guys, but I... I knew it wasn't true. I'm sorry."
Wiping the tears brimming her eyes, Lana turned her view to the road behind them.
"It's not your fault. Something was bound to happen eventually, things were starting to become too good to be true." Lana mumbled, "Did you see anyone else get out?"
