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IT ALMOST WORKED !
the walking dead !
season 3 episode 1 !

" take me one more time, take me one more wave "

   IT WAS ALWAYS quiet, the group far too dehydrated and malnourished to form sentences, she couldn't remember the last time they'd had enough to drink, when the last time they'd had enough to eat

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IT WAS ALWAYS quiet, the group far too dehydrated and malnourished to form sentences, she couldn't remember the last time they'd had enough to drink, when the last time they'd had enough to eat. it all felt like she was back within the forest, lost, without food and water, slowly fading away. perhaps this time around it was worse, for she was watching her group go through the same sense of fading. natalia couldn't complain. she rather enjoyed the silence, in an odd way it was almost comforting. not having to entertain conversations, rather simply keep herself awake, listening and watching for the dead. then again, it wasn't like they had much to talk about, the only topic that ever was spoken about was where they'd go next, which road to take. which path had a herd, which road will get them out of deaths grasp. it was exhausting, doing whatever they could to escape the dead that seemed to be everywhere they turned.

it wasn't ideal, though none of it was. everyone felt dead, bodies weak, limbs burning from exhaustion, empty stomachs growling and only being fed scrapes that barley kept them going. fear had grown to be natalia's second nature, its all she ever felt anymore. between the moment she woke to the second she laid her head down, she was fearful. even when she slept, she slept with two eyes open. not trusting that when she slept the dead wouldn't latch their teeth onto her. she was much more carful then she'd been when she was lost, she understood to a certain degree on what she was doing. rick had taught her how to properly use a gun, and even though she wasn't the biggest fan on the weapon, she still held it close to her. she was much more carful with her life, rather then walking into buildings without a care she would whistle at the door, listen and wait for the dead.

   it'd been months, since rick had told them he'd killed shane. within those months, lori grew more and more pregnant, her belly poking out further now. most of the group giving up a half of their share of food to feed lori and the baby. yet it also gave each of them more anxiety then they already had. everyone worried for when lori would give birth. they hadn't managed to find the woman a safe place just yet, but it scared natalia. worried her mother would give birth in an abandoned house, worried the cries of the baby would only bring in the dead. rick had told her numerous times not to worry about it, that he'd figure something out. natalia presumed he was only saying that because he was her father, because he felt like he had that responsibility now. but it was hard for her not to worry, especially since when the baby was born; it would effect them all. since knowing about her mothers pregnancy natalia had been forcing the woman to take half of her rations. she didn't need anything happening to her mother or to her sibling. she also felt as if she had a responsibility, she was the eldest which meant she needed to help lookout for her mother and her brother.

scavenging became their new normal. scavenging became their new normal. each time a new house, a new building came their way; they scavenged it. taking whatever was left, whatever they deemed worthy of taking. they had come up with a new schedule. they'd drive until night fall, set up camp, eat whatever they could spare, then they'd sleep with two eyes open and repeat the next day. it was a terrible schedule they'd made one that had natalia wondering if there was even any point anymore. neverless, the six slowly crept up the steps, weapons held tightly in their hands. rick gave them each a slow nod, raising his foot rick kicked the door in, muffled shots being fired at the two walkers that turned to them with growls. this wasn't anything new to them, they'd done this type of thing dozens of times since the farm fell. their bodies hit the dust covered ground with heavy thuds. natalia kept her gun up, moving throughout the old home, her boots hitting the wood with small thuds.

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