IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 3 episode 12 !
very small mentions of sh !
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THE IDEA OF GOING on a run made her panic, made her stomach churn and negative thoughts fill her head. she hadn't left the prison in a week, the building giving her a sense of safety. like a large warm blanket, it shielded her from the outside world, kept her hidden from those who were dangerous.
she didn't like the idea of leaving again, the one bad run had damaged the ones that were to come. made her fear going out for supplies, she wanted to claw her skin off. she prayed and wished for her mind to be quiet, to shut off and to stop polluting her mind with fear.
her brain didn't listen, it didn't care for the stress that was being put onto her body. her nails clawed at her skin, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, knots in her stomach as her anxiety only rose. her brown long sleeve slightly risen on her left wrist, nails burning deep into the flesh. red and inflamed, marks were still evident from the past times she'd dug her nails deep into the skin, dug into the soft flesh until she didn't feel anything anymore, the red scabs from where she'd made herself bleed with her jagged nails.
her lips were pursed as she stared out the window, watching as the trees raced past her. she hadn't wanted to go on the run, she'd of much rathered stay at the prison, make sure it stayed safe, she'd only done because carl had asked her to go with them. he said he needed help to grab something in the town the run was in, he'd pleaded for her to go with him, and reluctantly she had agreed.
at first, she felt fine, head resting against the window, though after so long the calm feeling she had disappeared; morphing into fear.
the car sped down the road, wheels spinning, and leaves flying up off the road as they drove past. a man walking on the side of the road stopped upon seeing them, yelling and waving for them to stop, carl turned in his seat looking through the back window at the man who fell onto his knees. he looked to his sister, lips parted, cole shook her head.
trust was something hard to come by, and colette's trust had been shattered for anyone that weren't her people. survivors were worse then the dead, the governor and his people proved that to her. carl slowly sat back down in his seat, a frown on his face as he looked back out the window.
the car slowed, old cars blocking the road they drove on. michonne clicked her tongue, hands turning the wheel, they drove slowly through the grass, bodies were still in the cars, bodies decayed, skin open and rotting. colette grimaced at the sight, the car slowed to a stop, rick and carl glared at the women behind the wheel. her foot pushed against the pedal, the wheels only spun.
cole jumped slightly when walkers hit the glass, snarls escaping their lips, nails scratching at the glass. colette sighed, pulling the knife from her holster, rick pulled out his revolver, clicking it to load, "cover your ears." he told the two grimes kids, the two complied, rick barley rolled his window down, shooting a walker in the head its body collapsed against the soft grass.
