[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 8
There was a slight and strange buzzing in my ear as I was slumped against the wall. My mouth was gaped open, letting out deep and heavy breaths as the clotted blood in my nose made it difficult to breathe. I struggled to keep my eyes open, the ache from the beating I just took overwhelming my weaken figure.
I didn't utter a word towards the couple as I was stuck in a daze, trying my best to focus on getting out of here.
Glenn had taken off his shirt to give to Maggie since she was thrown in here half naked. The two of them would continuously send me concerned looks, tapping my arm every few minutes to make sure I was still alive.
It had been hours since Merle and the brown haired man left us in here, hell might've been days with the amount of times I've been in and out of consciousness.
"Nola?" A voice spoke up, my eyes slowly fluttered open in the direction, my eyes landing on both Glenn and Maggie.
"Huh?" I groaned out, my hand rubbing my aching head as the buzzing only got louder.
"Did he... touch you?" Glenn spoke up firmly, his jaw clenched in anger. I blinked away the fogginess from my vision and stared at the couple in front of me, a breathy laugh escaping me followed by a dry cough.
"Merle beat the shit out of me," I said slowly, "that other guy— I thought he was gonna... but he didn't."
Glenn gulped at my confession, slowly turning to his girlfriend to sadly gaze at her. Maggie turned her head, tears continuously rolling down her cheeks.
"Maggie, did he—"
"No. No. He barely touched me." Maggie spewed out quickly, shaking her head.
"All this time runnin' from walkers... you forget what people do, have always done," She continued, her voice wavering. Her eyes then shot up towards me, a soft cry escaping her as she looked between Glenn and I. "Look at what they did to her— to you."
"Doesn't matter," Glenn muttered out, I closed my eyes, letting out a wheezy breath as I listened to the both of them. "As long as he didn't—"
"No. I promise." Maggie whispered.
I continued to breathe out heavily, blood continuing to pour from my nose. My head slowly perked up at the sound of shuffling feet and a groan, my eyes blinking open to see Glenn slowly making his way towards the dead walker that laid on the floor.
