IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 5 episode 10 !
" cause there's still blood in your hair "
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THE GROUP WAS IN shambles. any hope they had remaining had been buried along side tyrese. everyone was slowly losing faith in finding a safe place, food and water were scarce. virginia was in a drought, creeks were dried up. leaving nothing behind but wet dirt, the road they walked along had no signs of life. no signs of finding anything better, natalia couldn't remember the last time they'd seen a house.
the trucks they drove had run out of gas long ago, forcing the group to walk down the long road. the sun burning harshly into them, sweat covered their bodies like a second skin. it was truly miserable, and natalia couldn't find it in herself to think of anything better.
natalia had been avoiding maggie like she had scarlet fever. she couldn't face the woman no matter how much she tried, each time maggie looked at the girl all natalia felt was the mad amount of guilt that pooled within her body. her mouth would go dry and she wasn't sure how maggie felt towards her. rick had attempted to convince the girl to talk to maggie, yet his attempts proved to be futile. natalia was stubborn, and he knew that.
she hadn't bothered to talk to the new group members, she'd caught a few glances from a woman who was awfully pretty. yet she hadn't started a conversation, natalia found it hard to make new friends when she'd lost two of them in the span of a week and a half. a man, gabriel she learned was his name, had attempted to talk to her, yet was only met with a nasty glare and silence.
natalia pushed the fly away strands of her hair down, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. her boots were heavy as they hit against the ground, her legs burning with exhaustion. her mouth dry like sand paper, wanting nothing more then to sleep. allow her body to rest, yet she knew they didn't have that luxury. each night was spent outside beneath the moon, it was dangerous to sleep without protection. the dead were harder to see in the night, the darkness that the sky provided proving to hide them. masking them as shadows, shadows that crept through the darkness in search of their next meal.
with mindless emotions they wondered the forest trees, letting their ears guide them. decaying teeth ready to sink into anything that moved. the dead were merciless, with not a clue as to of what they were doing. bodies controlled by the single instinct they had left, finding food.
it seemed that was what the group had in common with the dead. searching for food and water, the two things that proved to be more scarce then they'd originally believed. the dead had it much easier. they couldn't feel the ache in their empty stomachs, couldn't feel the burning sensation in their throats when they went to long without water. they weren't able to feel the burning in their legs as they walked, they didn't feel anything at all.
