" and pretend your still here this is how to disappear "
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THE BLISTERING GEORGIA SUN, beat restlessly against the few people who made it to the small camp they had made. the small camp bustling with people, each caught up in their own things.
it was a miracle that anyone from atlanta had survived. the city had fallen, colette had witnessed bombs being dropped into the city. it was truly soul crushing. witnessing first hand as the city collapsed in on its self, listen to the piercing screams that came from those who hadn't yet been affected by the virus.
the same had happened on the highway, people had began to rip others apart.
it felt like a fever dream, it all truly did. even now she had convinced herself that she was going to wake up and everything would be fine, she'd be at home in her room. waking to the sound of her parents arguing as quiet as they could. thinking they weren't waking their two children, act like everything was fine in front of them then repeat the cycle.
a thin layer of sweat covered colette's forehead, small droplets falling down the back of her neck. knees tucked up close to her body and a small notebook in her lap, black pen scribbling against the pages.
the old oak tree provided a cooling shade, helping prevent the slightest bit of heat off of the teen. her eyes were drawn together, her hand bringing the pen in-between her teeth.
her eyes darted, the sound of twigs snapping stealing her attention. she was quick to find the walsh boy making his way over to her, an annoyed expression plastered on his face, and his bottom lip slightly busted.
he didn't say anything as he made his way over to the girl. sitting on the ground beside her, leaning his head against the tree she was leaned against. the silence was comfortable, the only sound was the pen dancing against the white pages, the wind stirring the leaves into the air and the raspy breaths that left the walsh boys lips.
lee glanced to the girl, his eyes darting to the page before quickly looking back to the girl, not wanting to intrude on the girls privacy. "i hate him" lee told, glancing to the girl who set her pen down. turning her head to look at him, quirking a brow at his words. though she couldn't say she particularly blamed him, shane walsh wasn't a good person.
though the grimes girl didn't say anything, she too hated the man, which she'd never imagined herself thinking, for he was practically her uncle. "am i a bad person because, i hate him?" he questioned quickly, searching for a sense of validation in his thoughts. the brunette shook her head, pursing her lips as she stared at the boy.
"no, that doesn't make you a bad person. you have every right to hate him." she told, nodding slowly, mimicking his movements. both staring in front of them, "he hurts you lee. your aloud to hate him" she added, though lee didn't quit believe he hated his father. he simply didn't think he actually could.
"yeah. but what if i don't want to hate him? he's my dad." he added to which the brunette could only stare at the earths soil. watch as the breeze blew the grass in the opposite direction and as the leaves twirled around. colette found herself not answering the question he asked. she didn't know how to. she could only stare at the ground, wondering.
so instead the two sat in silence. both equally confused on how to answer how lee felt. colette understood to a certain level of the hatred he held for shane, why he felt bad for hating him. yet there was a part of her that would never know how it felt to hate him, because only lee could know what it was like. colette could only support him.
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THE SUN WAS SLOWLY beginning to hide behind clouds, and as the dark storm clouds rolled in, people began to become anxious for those who had went to atlanta.
the sound of thunder rumbling through the sky had only made those in the small camp more worried for their loved ones. colette hated the gut wrenching feeling she felt, envy perhaps. envy for those who have the chance of returning to their loved ones. she felt like a bad person for hating that others got to be happy with their families while she didn't, she felt selfish.
her eyes glancing to carl and shane who sat in the center of the camp, practicing tying different knots. her hands worked to unclip the clothes on the lines, dropping the dry clothes into a basket to be folded and given to the correct people.
overall the camp was silent, everyone doing their own things, managing to keep themselves busy with small chores. the sound of the radio cracking broke the silence, t-dogs voice pouring out. though it wasn't quite clear as to what he was saying.
"we're surrounded at the department store" his voice finally broke through, then cutting out once more before the line went dead. "did he say they're trapped?" lori questioned rhetorically, looking to shane who's hands were placed on his hips, staring at the ground.
"no we don't go after them! we're not gonna put the rest of the group at risk, yall know that." he added, looking to amy who glared at the man. "she volunteered for the rest of the group, to help everyone." amy snapped at the man who nodded, "and she knew the risks" he added.
"she's my sister you son of a bitch" amy snapped before running away. lori glared at shane before running off after amy, calling the girls name. colette felt terrible for the girl, she knew the two sisters were close.
glaring at shane colette turned walking away, leaving shane standing with carl.
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AUTHORS NOTE — sorry this took forever to get out i've edited it like seven times and this is the best i've come up with and i still don't like it! hope you enjoyed
