Apocalyptic Love

Chapter Twelve - Goodbye Red

Emily's POV:

I lift my head up as soon as Carl and Michonne left the room, I only had a couple of hours sleep but I was fully awake the whole time Carl got up. I didn't want to interrupt, because I felt like I had to hear what Elijah had to say. I knew I wasn't going to like him, but what where they on about?

I could hear someone coming upstairs, my eyes fixed on the woman standing at the doorway. She was wearing a sweater that was still clean even after the Apocalypse. Her name was Carol; she walked in carrying clothes and a towel. I hadn't seen clean clothes or towels in 4 Years.

Carol Smiled- "Did you have a good sleep..."

I smiled back, whilst trying not to laugh because I could see that she knew Carl slept next to me.

Emily- "I did...thank you again for taking me in, I'm sorry about...

She interrupted before I could say my Father's name.

Carol- "Trust me...don't worry about it, he will come back...He always does... Anyway ...When was the last time you had a shower"

Emily- "...Before the world went to hell I guess?"

Carol was trying not to laugh. - "Oh you poor thing...there's room down the hall on the left, i picked out some clothes that you might like...take these and go."

Carol got up and went to the door.

Emily- "Carol?"

She turned around, and looked at me with her eyes. They were filled with complete sorrow.

Emily- "...will he come back"

Carol- "The first time I looked at you, I felt like I knew you. I guess you kind of looked like my Sophia, however I knew that wasn't it. When Daryl came to me, last night, he could see someone in you...Trust me... he will come back."

Carol walked out the door; I guess she was about to cry. Sophia must have been her daughter, and Daryl must have been close with her. I can tell that these people are all family, I feel like I might have just ruined it.

I walked into the room Carol directed me to. The bathroom could be described as somewhat dilapidated. The Formica peeled from the vanities and the enamel was chipped in the sink. Water leaked from the base of the faucet when it was in use. But it was scrupulously clean, the old tarnished mirror sparkled in the morning light and the Shower, though also chipped, was as brilliant white as any in a showroom.
The towels were fragrant, fluffy and carefully folded on a thrift-store chair in the corner.

I looked in to the mirror, and I couldn't see that girl I was anymore, that 12 year old girl who would scream at the last horror movie I would let my younger brother watch. I was living that horror movie, I took one look at my red hair and I could remember the time I dyed it. I was 15 years old; I had found the dye in a desolated department store. I hadn't washed it out since.

Maybe it was time to wash it out, wash out the past and start a new beginning.

The water pours down, it drips by my side, as my mind fades into dullness and everything is a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calms my mind. My mind swirls, and it's like I'm standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful, but it can never last, I know that now.

I look down in the shower cubicle, and I could see the red dye from my hair flowing through the drain.

I started to cry; they were tears of joy, crying with sheer happiness and relief.

I'm not alone anymore.

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I wipe the mirror that was filled with steam from the shower. I could finally see myself through the mirror.

I remove the towel from head, and i was suprised. My hair dropped behind my back, i ran my fingers through my hair to take a closer look and i was finally brown again.

I put on the Clothes Carol gave to me, she doesnt have bad taste for a woman her age. I was wearing a Red Pocketed Check Shirt, which goes down to my knees, she also gave me these black pants that sort of had rips on the side of them that kind of made them stylish.

She also gave me new shoes, that where brown boots, they where actually quite comfortable. I kept my old army jacket, my mother gave it to me when i was 15. Probably passed down by some of her boyfriends who went the army.

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I headed straight down stairs into the living room where everyone was.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs and i could feel everyone staring at me especially Carl.

He was basically drooling.

Carol smiled- "Emily...your beautiful"

- "Thank you Carol"

Carl's POV:

As soon as she walked through the room, my heart and soul was completely bewitched by her beauty.

She now has long silky brown hair that flowed over her shoulders. Her green eyes beamed under her long eyelashes. when she smiles at me, I could see her two dimples and they where cute. Once I smiled back she looked away trying not blush whilst pulling a strand of hair behind her ears.

Elijah walked in through the front door with Abi, he spilled the box of ammo on to the floor as he took one look at Emily.

Elijah- "Wow"

Rick turns away and snickered- "oh dear...Elijah get yourself together and clear up that mess"

Rick turns to rest of the group

Rick- "I'm about to head out with Carol and Michonne...Carl, ill need you to close the gate"

"Where going to find Daryl"

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