୨⎯ 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ⎯୧

୨⎯ POMPEII ⎯୧

"AND THE WALLS CAME TUMBLING DOWN IN THE CITY THAT WE LOVE." - Bastille

I stared at Sasha through the fence, my knees felt numb from how long we were sitting here. My stomach felt heavy and the lump in my throat just barely approaching.

"We can olive together." Rick shouted from the prisons grass, his python unholstered but not pointed at the governor. The rest of group that were in the courtyard had their rifles pointed through the fence.

"Ah, but I just don't think that's gonna work." The governor said sucking his teeth.

"We're not leaving, certainly not without a fight." Rick shouted back at him. The governor scoffed and walked behind a vehicle. My eyebrows lowered on my face. The governor stepped up next to Hershel holding Michonnes katana.

"This could work, you know it could."

"This clearly won't gonna work, so here's strike one!" The governor said raising the katana and striking Hershel's neck. The blood splattered onto my face.

Rick screamed and shot directly at the governor, just barely missing. Shots were being fired back and forth. Michonne rolled off of her knee and I followed. She ran far ahead. I lost her in the horde of approaching walkers. Between the army and the walkers were the woods. I dashed towards them, my steps were heavy as I ran. I wiped my face with the palm of my hands, only spreading the blood more as I cried.

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I ran far. Sweat poured down my face. I ran until my legs were numb, I tripped over a log and landed on my side. I scurried up again when I heard the groan of walkers passing by me to get to the prison.

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I walked across a small shack with a bow and arrow outside. I grabbed it and walked inside of the shack. Nothing but a blood stained wall from a walker that shot them selves. I walked over to the body, he was an older man with a long gray beard and cowboy boots. The body was fresh, the wound still partially bleeding. He had photos of undressed walkers hanging on his wall, I'm glad I came when I did. If he was alive who knows what could've happened. I ransacked the shack for ammo and food. When I looked for something to drink I only found beer in six packs. I lit the fireplace and threw in the photos of the undressed dead women and stared as they burned. Before long the tears began to fall and I was crying, again.

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Eventually I cried myself to sleep. My hair messy and under my eyes red. The man had flannels upon flannels. I grabbed one and put it on. It was similar to one Carl used to wear. I hadn't thought of anyone besides Sasha and Tyreese since the prison fall, and now I felt guilty I hadn't thought of the possibility my best friend could be dead. I walked out of the shack and felt the sun. I had taken a backpack, a knife, that man's bow and arrow, and some food. I walked along a path, only stopping to kill walkers or pick berries. I could feel it was colder today, it had to be maybe November by now. I read a sign once I reached the road.

"Beware hitchhikers may be escaping convicts."

I read it a few times before turning to where the prison stood before. I could see the smoke above the trees. I turned away from the clouds of smoke and kept walking. If anyone made it out they would've gone this way.

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I turned back to face the smoke, so far I could barely see it. It felt like I was leaving back my entire life, my family and friends, Hershel still laying down in-front of the army. What if the governor killed then all? I walked towards a small town filled with stores, a log restaurant catching my eye. I heard shuffles behind me, but no one in my eye sight was making them. I figured I was paranoid. I want Sasha. Sasha would keep me safe. Tyreese would just tell me to walk off the emotions and pray. I wish praying wasn't always the answer for him.

"Hello, sweetie." I heard a man say from behind me, i turned around with my bow and arrow aimed at him. His hands were in the air in a surrendering way.

"Hey, hey. Easy there. We don't want any issues, we just saw you alone. I'm David." The man said with a creepy grin, his eyes lingering on my legs for a short moment. I nodded, keeping my bow pointed at him.

"What do you need." I asked sharply, attempting to seem unscathed by his sudden introduction. His strange grin shifted into a large smile.

"We're offering a safe place for all. We call it home, we call it... Terminus. We can cure all your ills." David said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"What's terminus." I asked, his smile flickered at my monotone voice.

"It's home, a sanctuary for all." He said through a laugh.

"You're quite the difficult little thing, huh?" He said taking a step forward and crossing his arms.

"I like it. A lot." He said, his stare now lingering on my hips. He turned his head to the woods where three other men walked out. They all held machetes, I knew this wasn't a good place to be.

"Thanks for the offer. But I like it out here." I said frantically while taking a step back.

"Oh well lying isn't nice. I've been watching you. You really want Sasha back, don't you?" David laughed as the men line up beside him.

"Don't talk about her. I need to leave." I said backing up a safe distance before turning back and running. I locked myself in a gas station about a mile away.

"What the fuck. What. The. Fuck. They were creepy as shit." I mumbled while searching a shelf.

"Find her!" I heard a yell outside of the boarded up gas station. David was looking for me.

(Yes it's David from tlou... welp.)