Vivienne Dixon is ten years old and alive. She knows she's alive because that's what her name means. The name Vivienne originates from ancient Rome and was used as a variant of the name Viviana. It is derived from the Latin word 'vivus' meaning 'ali...
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𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: unpopular opinion but i like writing my own scenes better than canon ones!! which is why this chapter was really hard for my write!! oops! anyway, thanks for 300 reads !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like that is actually INSANE! yes i purposefully chose a dps gif...
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I'm not sure how long I'm sat in the blue car, lookin' over to the dead walker, but I know it's a while. The sun gets less hot and sticky, and a cool breeze washes over the highway. They're still not back yet.
I thought that maybe they'd come back after the first hour or so. Sophia's smart, she probably would've found shelter - a low tree or maybe an abandoned tent, maybe. So, I thought that they'd find her holed up and bring her back.
But maybe not just yet. Maybe she's ran real fast and is a little way into the woods, that's why they're taking super duper long.
Or maybe Sophia found an abandoned house that used to belong to a family with a little kid. If she saw that there was a much of dolls, she would've stayed.
Either way, they'll probably be back soon with Sophia, and then we'll leave for another two days on the road, and then we'll live in Fort Benning for ages and ages and ages. Maybe even forever.
T-Dog doesn't look so good when I go back to the RV. He's real sweaty, and not like oh-it's-so-hot sweaty, more like oh-my-god-I-feel-like-I'm-dying sweaty. He's breathin' real hard, leaning against the RV mumbling things.
Dale climbs down from the roof, binoculars hangin' around his neck and gives me a sad smile.
I don't get some of the stuff adults say, but I can tell from their smiles what they mean. I'm real familiar with sad smiles, the school councillor used to give 'em to me aaaalllll the time. Uncle Merle too.
"Is he gonna be okay?" I try to make myself sound all tough, but my throat is still scratchy from crying and I sound all small. Like I'm sinkin' into the ground.
Dale sort'a shrugs and nods at the same time. I don't think that T-Dog is gonna be okay. He looks super bad, and I don't think his arm has stopped bleedin', but I know that Dale doesn't wanna say that. If he does, then it makes it true.
