[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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THE ALTERNATIVE ENDING PRISON ERA
I always loved the mornings.
There was a kind of hush over everything, the kind you only noticed after months of nonstop chaos, blood, death, and war.
This specific morning, the air was cool but warm enough to hint at a good day. A sunny day. I could hear someone laughing faintly—maybe one of the Woodbury kids near the fence. Someone else was hammering something to the far left, probably Tyreese or Sasha working on C-Block.
Birds were chirping overhead. Honest-to-God birds. Today was a good day.
I stepped out into the prison yard, boots crunching against the gravel, the door slamming shut behind me. I paused at the top of the hill and took it in—the garden Hershel and Rick had coaxed back to life, the women hanging up clothes, and a few kids laughing as they tossed a ball back and forth. Glenn and Maggie were near the truck, playfully arguing over something, and Michonne was leaning up against the hood, arms crossed, her katana slung across her back.
It was the closest thing to peace we'd had in months.
I let myself smile.
Michonne clocked me the second I hit the yard. "Look who decided to show up," she called out, grinning.
I laughed, jogging the last few steps toward her. "Sorry. Hope I didn't put a dent in our timeline."
She shrugged, amused almost. "Not terribly."
Maggie glanced up from where she was loading up weapons. Glenn was crouched beside her, trying to balance a box on his knee while tying something off with twine.
