"We survive better together."
🌫🌱🌿🌿🌱In which Bambi and Daryl
move from friends to more than friends.
And together,
they navigate the world they live in. 🌫🌿🌱🌿🌱
Season 4-7
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Bambi sat cradled in the furthest corner of the cell she shared with her dead father. Her mind replayed the words over and over in her head. "It's your fault." "It's your fault." "It's your fault." Maybe it was. Whatever it was. It was her fault. She didn't look for him. She didn't search high and low for her father. She stole from him. It was her fault. They killed him. Whoever they were. They found her, imprisoned her with her dead father.
She needed to get out of here. She needed to get free. Using her arm, she wiped her nose and wiped her tears. There was no time to grieve. She already did that. She already settled that he was dead somewhere. But to actually be here with him was different than just assuming.
He was going to turn.
That realization hit her like a truck as she scrambled to stand up. Ignoring the pain she felt everywhere, she walked over to her dead father and prayed that he still had his switchblade in his pocket. He always had it on him. She hoped that still rang true today. With a heavy heart, she reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet, she opened it and nearly cried again when she saw the pictures of her family. She tipped the wallet and the switchblade fell to the ground.
She bent down and put the rope against the blade and sliced it until the rope frayed. But it was taking away because it was such a small knife. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pressed down on the blade. Using pressure and force as fast as she could to break her bounds. She looked over to her father, who was turning grayer by the second, and increased her pace and thankfully, finally, the rope split into two and she was free. Grabbing the switchblade, she rushed over towards the door and looked down at the lock. The blade was thin enough and with hope, she shoved the blade inside the door and wiggled it around, but unfortunately to no avail.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed, banging her hand against the door in a fit of anger. The sound of it echoed and she immediately turned around and let out a shaky breath when she noticed her father had stood up. The tears slid down her cheeks no matter how much she didn't want them too. With trembling hands, she watched him stumbled over to her, his arms reached out for her. She shook her head as he got closer.
"It is my fault." She muttered, through the sobs. She grabbed his shoulder and stopped him from walking any further. He growled and snapped his jaw at her but she closed her eyes and used the switchblade to stab his head. Once. Twice, on the third try he landed on the ground with a thud. Bambi let out a sob as she bent to the ground next to him and cried.
- It's been what feels like hours before someone came to check on her. The guards tied her back up and took the switchblade and her father's dead body away from her, leaving her alone with her thoughts and downward spirals. She was back in the farthest corner of the room. With her knees pulled up to her chest. She rocked back and forth and cried until there were no more tears.
