and isn't it just so pretty to think?
all along there was some
𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
tying you to me.
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rick grimes x fem!oc
(season three onwards)
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"Surely it had been twenty four hours by now." she thought to herself, hunching her shoulders and dipping her head down to the floor, staring at an old piece of pink bubblegum as her dark hair covered her face from sight. She wished she could have a piece of bubblegum then, something to entertain her in the constricting silence of the cell, something sweet to ease her bitter state.
Her battered converse tapped against the floor sporadically, out of impatience or nerves the girl couldn't tell. It just happened, and she let it. Shame and anger towards herself riddled her mind as she sat there on the old mattress in the stations cell. She swore to herself that she wouldn't let this happen again. She swore she would never spend a night in this goddamn cell ever again, but no, her obscured conscience had other ideas. Here she was, back in this stupid fucking cell, eyeing the two cocky cops who didn't bother shielding their disgust towards her.
One of them, the taller out of the two, was called Micheal. Audrey didn't know the other one's name, although she probably should considering how many times she found herself encountering him. Micheal was smug and probably the most sexist, vile man she'd ever met. Whenever it was him to arrest her, he'd run his hands down her body and push himself against Audrey's back, whispering tauntingly towards the young woman. The first time he did it, Audrey had yanked her elbow straight back into his chest, screaming at him. Her screams were soon silenced when Micheal chuckled and told her he'd charge her for assaulting a police officer if she ever did anything like that again. So now whenever he arrested her and touched her body in ways that made her skin crawl, Audrey stared straight ahead, simply telling him to "Go to hell" once he'd stopped.
Speaking of Micheal, her converse stopped tapping as she heard footsteps approaching. She knew it was him, the man had a small limp and so one foot hit the ground quicker than the other, she'd grown used to the sound of his walking on the station's floor and could now identify it easily. Audrey looked up, her hair still partially covering her face. She stayed seated on the bed, watching Micheal warily as he approached. "Okay Kinton, you're outta here," he said, looking down at her condescendingly. Audrey didn't reply, getting up off the bed and standing back so that Micheal could open the door for her. She trailed behind him as he lead her through the station towards the doors, stopping just before the sunlight from outside could hit the tips of her shoes. He turned to face her, smiling mockingly down at her, "Now you be a good girl, Audrey. Don't go getting yourself into any more trouble." Audrey didn't reply, staring up at him with pursed lips and angry eyes. She shifted from one foot to the other, desperate to get away from Micheal and his sharp gaze. The man huffed, not having expected a reply but still annoyed whatsoever. He gave her a quick wink which made her want to gag, before sauntering (limping) back towards the front desk of the station. Audrey sighed in relief, hastily leaving the station before Micheal could change his mind and drag her back. She kept her head down as she walked, kicking rocks on the pavement as she began the journey home.
Her phone was flat, she was out of cigarettes, and had a stomach ache— life couldn't possibly get any worse.
The woman reached the trailer park sooner than expected, having zoned out the most of the walk there. She took a deep breath, navigating through the trailers and nodding subtly at neighbours until she found her own little sanctuary. Fumbling for her keys, the woman was quick to get inside and flop down on the couch.
Silence, and then sobbing.
God, she felt pathetic. Lying like roadkill on a ratty couch, hair knotted and nails chipped. Mascara trails dribbling down her cheeks. She was a fucking mess. "Stop crying." she muttered to herself, "stop it."
She had promised herself that she was going to be better. That she would start taking her job at the diner seriously, stop drinking, stop being a goddamn idiot. How pathetic was she? Couldn't last a month before she was chucked back into that fucking cell. Now any progress she has made was ruined, her hope of making something of herself gone, and her heart (and stomach, still) aching.
Huffing, she rolled over on the couch, shuffling until she felt slightly more comfortable, and rested her head on hoodie she found on the floor. Her eyes suddenly felt heavy and sore, and her chest felt tight. Audrey closed her eyes, curling her knees up towards her chin.
The last thing she remembered thinking was about what a goddamn helpless mess she had become. _________________________________
The sound of screaming woke her up.
"What the fuck?" she muttered to herself, sitting up and straining to look out the window. What she saw made her blood run cold and her chest constrict. People, eating other people.
"What the fuck?" she repeated, yelling this time as she watched in horror as her closest neighbour, Carly, took a bite out of another neighbour, Silas's, neck. Carly, eating someone? What the fuck? Carly, with her sweet smile, crooked teeth and sea green eyes, now pale, bloodied and apparently a cannibal? Silas, the rough but good hearted old man who'd once helped her when she needed to find herself a job?
She felt bile rise into her throat, but she swallowed it back down. She had to get the hell out of here. Jumping into action, she ran to the other end of the trailer, grabbing her old school backpack and shoving clothes, tampons and cigarettes into it, hoisting it over her shoulder roughly. Audrey ran back to the window, watching in even more confusion as the once limp Silas rose from the floor and began to walk.
Holy mother of fuck?
Dead people. Dead people walking about. Dead people eating each other to make more dead people.
Making a run for it, Audrey wrenched open her trailer door and sprinted towards the back of the park, where she knew the fence was broken and there was a small gap. She didn't dare turn back, the image of Carly and Silas fresh in her mind— two good people, people she lived with, smoked with, dead. Running faster, Audrey quickly made it to the gap in the fence, chucking her backpack through it first and then beginning to climb through it.
She was almost through, so goddamn close, before she felt a bloodied hand grasp on to her converse. Yelling in surprise, she turned to see Silas, his eyes dull and face grey, blood dripping from his lips. Screaming in horror, she desperately kicked her foot, trying to shake off his grip. "Fuck! Get off! Please— fuck!" with a final shove, she was free from the 'man's' grasp, panting as she stumbled, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. Crying now, she turned to Silas and spoke, "I'm sorry," before turning on her heel and running into the woods.
It truly felt like the world had just ended, and this was just the beginning. The beginning of the end.
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sadie speaks! finally written the prologue to invisible string! i hope you enjoy it and that you are ready to see audrey's character development throughout the book, im so excited to write it.
the next chapter will be in season 3, when the main group is at the prison. i'm so very excited for audrey and rick to be introduced and for audrey to be reunited with a certain SOMEONE?!!?! those who follow my tiktok will know ;)
