The night is young for a girl I knew
Who spent her life all dressed in blue
Out among these restless streets
She's looking for the next release
A sleepless siren, eyes so cold
Never fearing growing old
Crying out a desperate song
Before she moves along*
The house was slightly dilapidated, but this did not cause much surprise. The things in the rooms, covered with dust, stood as if they had been preserved in time.
Troy took a photo frame from a sagging chest of drawers, blew off a layer of dust from it and began to examine the photo. A bearded man was hugging a red-haired woman, they were standing against the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower.
"Do you think they're alive now?" Looking out from behind Troy, I said.
"I don't know," he shrugged, "and somehow I don't care," he put the frame back in its original place.
"Aren't you interested at all? Even a little bit?"
"I don't see any point in thinking about people I've never known. I don't care about them."
"Sometimes you're so insensitive," I tilted my head to the side, "at times like this, I remember all your bad deeds."
"Dell, that's enough, it seems we are not here to remember my mistakes."
"You're right," I spread my hands.
Troy forced a smile on his face. She was completely insincere, but I didn't say anything. We clearly had a lot to rethink. I loved this guy, but he was a bastard. His fucking notebook wouldn't leave my head for a second, even though I was brushing those thoughts away...
"Look," I took a police badge from the dresser, "there was clearly a cop living here," Troy came up to me, and I hung the badge on his jacket pocket."
"Stop fooling around," Troy laughed, "let's go eat."
"That's right, Sergeant," I jokingly put my right hand to my temple, saluting.
"Actually, I'm a senior lieutenant."
"Okay, I'll know..."
Otto went to get food from the car, and I sat down on the swing next to the house. They creaked terribly, which created the atmosphere of a horror movie. Although in our time, almost everything created it.
Troy took everything he needed and confidently headed for the front door. When he heard another creak, he turned around and looked in my direction. The sun shone through the branches of a tree that grew under the windows of the house. The shadow of the branches fell directly on Otto's face, standing on the porch. He looked immaculate, as always. It's strange that I noticed his appearance. I wasn't usually interested in her in men, but Troy was handsome until he opened his mouth. Of course, his frenzied charisma could take down everything in its path, but, as a rule, his words were cold and aggressive, and this completely killed the whole aesthetic...
"Is that sound bothering you, Dell?"
"In general, I don't care."
"Personally, it's dripping on my brain."
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Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)
FanfictionAfter the apocalypse, Troy Otto feels like a fish in water. He is willing to kill to protect his family and his home, as well as for the sake of science. His belligerent, unbridled nature often makes others think that he is a psychopath and a sadis...
