IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 3 episode 12 !
" i'm hearing voices all the time and they aren't mine "
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THE STAIRS WHISPERED, yelling at the weight that had been placed atop of them. squealing in distaste, the old wood flimsy, slowly rotting away. the whole town was off putting, words painted onto the walls, sharp spears poking out of the ground, caged birds and rats, set in place to distract the dead. off putting was an understatement, rather the meer sight of the town could send shivers down anyone's spine, make their skin crawl. it was all out right disturbing.
it could spark a voice within their head telling them to leave. turn around and run as far away as they could, otherwise, they might not make it to see tomorrow. the spears were sharp, carefully crafted to pierce even the toughest skin. it was clear the man had put lots of time and effort into fortifying the town, cleared the dead, and burned their bodies to a crisp.
black charcoal now staining their skin, burning away anything that could identify them. that was if anyone was even looking for them, if someone was alive to look for them. natalia didn't have much of a belief that anyone was alive to search for the dead, if anyone was searching for their dead loved ones.
it would be nearly impossible to find them, searching for a wondering corpse, someone who never grew tired. their legs constantly moving, their souls were already gone, leaving behind a soulless, mindless body to roam.
the two grimes siblings slowly followed after the two adults, the man's arms dropped over both of their shoulders. his legs dragging limply against the stairs, the creaking wood protesting at the weight being placed onto them. "kids, watch the wire." rick called over his shoulder, pushing open a curtain with red spray paint on it, the paint had bled, dripping down the curtain. natalia followed slowly after them, gently smacking carls shoulder, her thin finger pointed to the clear wire. the two stepped over it, natalia's eyes widened as she looked around.
her mouth slightly agape, words were written along the walls, in different chalk colors. yet, that wasn't what shocked natalia, rather it was the guns that lined the walls, the box of different weapons. "i showed him that weapons locker last year." rick told, blue eyes scanning the room, his hand loosening around the man's wrist. "all of this was in there?" michonne questioned, the two dropped the unconscious man onto the bed.
natalia grasped a fire arm that was leaning against the wall, the rifle held tightly in her hands, a sly smirk on her face as she looked through the scope, aiming the gun out of the bedroom window. she slowly lowered the weapon, looking over her shoulder at michonne who had picked up a black duffle bag.
natalia gently sat the gun down, leaning it against the wall. the teen gently clapped her hands, holding her hands out, michonne picked one up, tossing it to the girl who caught it with ease. her hands moved with ease, filling the bag with boxes of ammunition. "no." rick told, voice breathless, he stared at the wall, shoulders tense. the three froze, natalia looked up from where she was knelt down, hands still clutching the box of ammo in her hand.
