"I don't sing when I'm told, I sing when I have something to say"
Priscilla Fellowes, once a talented performer before the apocalypse, crosses paths with a group of survivors. With her unique skills and resilience, she becomes an invaluable ally to...
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The past few weeks had been relentless, a series of harsh blows one after another. Eugene's revelation hit like a hammer blow—he wasn't a scientist with a cure; he had misled them all, driven by a desire for safety in Washington.
Daryl returned with Noah, revealing the horrors of the hospital where Beth was being held. Those people, promising safety, only to ensnare you in their debt—it sickened Priscilla. She arrived at the hospital with the others, hoping to find Carol and Beth safe, but the sight of Daryl cradling Beth's lifeless body changed everything. Blonde hair stained with blood, Daryl's tears mingling with the anguish in his eyes—Priscilla knew this loss would reverberate deeply.
Beth had been a beacon of light, seeing the good in everything, much like her sister Aspen. Their resemblance was uncanny, and now, Beth's absence left a void that would be felt by everyone.
Tyreese had passed away as well, Priscilla found herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Tyreese had been more than just a fellow survivor; he had been a pillar of strength and empathy in their increasingly bleak world. He'd been a comforting presence for her and she'd grown quite close to him.
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The group trudged on under the scorching sun, directionless and weary. Hunger gnawed at their stomachs, and thirst parched their throats. Days without proper sustenance or rest had taken their toll, leaving them drained and dispirited.
Priscilla lingered at the rear of the group, her steps heavy with exhaustion but her mind occupied elsewhere. In moments of respite from the grueling march, she found solace under the scant shade of a solitary tree, singing her own lyrics to herself.
The song she played was more than just music—it was a lament for those they had lost along the way. Each note carried memories of Tyreese's gentle strength, Hershel's wise counsel, Beth's hopeful spirit, and George's steadfast presence. It was a tribute woven with heartache and reverence, a solemn ode to the lives intertwined and now lost to the relentless tide of their harsh new world.
"Just close your eyes the sun is going down You'll be alright No one can hurt you now.."
She sang softly to herself, the melancholy melody weaving through the quiet air. The song carried a weight of sadness she didn't want to impose on others, especially now amidst their collective grief. If only she had her guitar with her.
"Come morning light You and I'll be safe And sound.."
She heard a twig snap behind her, and turning slightly, Priscilla saw Eugene coming into view. She offered him a small smile as he approached.
