IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 5 episode 2 !
" and i don't want the world to see me cause i don't think that they'd understand "
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MOVING. THATS all they'd been doing for days. settling down at night, sleeping with two eyes open, listening for any sign of people from terminus, and then waking at dawn and walking. using the tracks to not get lost within the woods. everyone tired beyond repair, yet no one slowed. no one complained, simply relieved to be alive.
it sounded depressing to think, but lee wasn't sure if he was happy to be alive. if he was relieved to of made it out of terminus, to of survived the fall of the prison. because all he'd felt since the prison was pain. all he could feel was the regret and the guilt pooling within his chest. every moment of every day seemed to be filled with thoughts of those he'd lost.
those who he had watched fall at the prison, either by the hands of the governors men or by the dead. he hated feeling how he did. it made him feel weak, pathetic even. most days he found himself wondering what would've happened if he'd stayed at the cdc. he knew he wouldn't feel hopeless like he did now, he knew he'd feel peace because he wouldn't be hiding and watching his back at every given moment.
he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. the last time he'd allowed his body to rest. when he tried he'd see the dead, the prison falling and his family dying in the worst possible ways.
he seen natalia.
he seen the dead ripping her apart, he heard her screams and pleas for help. yet he couldn't help her. he hoped that she didn't feel anything, that when she died she felt at peace. which was a long shot but that was the only thing keeping him sane. he was sure he would've ran off long ago, the second they'd found the others he wanted to leave.
he didn't. he couldn't. he had to watch over the grimes children. sure, they had their father, but he'd promised natalia. he had to uphold his word.
a scream pierced through the air. cutting through the thick atmosphere like how a butter knife slices through butter. the group went still, tensing in fear. their hands quickly grabbing their weapons, eyes peeled as they searched for the source of the scream. no one moved for a moment, the screams and pleas for help still echoing through the quiet forest trees. "dad come on." carl was the one to break the silence. looking to his father who stayed tense, staring into the forest trees.
carl tugged on his father, and then they began to run. rushing through the dense forest, in search of whoever was screaming for help. the group was quick to find the man who was screaming for help, his pleas and yells still awfully loud.
the man was perched atop a large rock, the dead's cold hands grabbing at his shoes, pulling at the man's pant leg. the mystery man wore a black suit, looking to be a priest. pulling the knife from his holster, lee neared one of the dead, embedding his knife into his head watching as its body fell limp. the others worked to take out the rest of the walkers.
