"𝐈 𝐝𝗼𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝗼𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝗺𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝗼𝐫.''
𝐓𝐖𝐃 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟑-??
𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝟏
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 a girl a tries to find herself in a world where nobody is themselves
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"ITS JUST LIKE SEEING HER, FOR THE FIRST TIME, AGAIN." 🪐
We were running through the halls of a prison, sweat streaming down our faces. Donna had been bitten. Allen, her husband, held her as Ben watched his mother in agonizing pain. As we turned the corner, a flashlight shined onto our faces as we dispatched the closest walkers. A boy with a sheriffs hat shot a walker that was behind Sasha,
"You have to leave her!" The boy hollered as Sasha banged another walker's head with her shovel.
"We aren't leaving her, kid!" Sasha yelled giving one final blow to the walker. Tyreese helped Allen lift Donna and her weak body. The kid ushered us into a room just before a cell block. The boy continued in walk into the cell block and lock it behind him.
"Hey! Let us in there." Sasha said walking up to the door, Me and Tyreese walked up beside her.
"Sasha leave him alone." I said to Sasha as she shaked the bars on the door, Tyreese nodded and placed a hand on Sasha's shoulder.
—— about an hour later ——
I've been sitting at a circle table, Donna isn't doing any better. Sasha is yelling every couple of minutes to the boy.
A group of men and two women walked through the room towards the barred door. A man with dark hair and a button up turned to face us, his gun now up towards us. Both sides pointing guns at each other now.
"Who're you." He said letting his eyes look at each member, he loosened his grip on his gun when he noticed me.
"I'm Sasha, that's my brother Tyreese, my sister Riley, Donna and her husband Allen, and their son Ben." Sasha told the man, pointing each of us out. The man's eyes laid on Donna who was sweating.
"I'm Rick, that's Daryl, Glenn, Merle, Maggie, and Michonne." Rick said, each person nodding when he said their name, no one lowering their weapon.
"Wassup with her." Daryl asked in a heavy hillbilly accent, his crossbow still pointing at Tyreese.
