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[16] epilogue.

13; epilogue.
"Fear the Walking Dead."

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Octavia Nolan.

A twenty year old nurse, residing from Los Angeles, had come from a decent life that turned into a graveyard in a matter of 2 days. It's been more than that now, how many days, weeks - she didn't keep count but it felt like a lot. She had a heart of gold, a smile that brightens the day; now, her smile was rare to be seen, the only one who truly sees it was Nick, the boy that she had inevitably fell for. 

It's midnight here at Strand's home. No one had spoken much besides the muffled sobs and comforting words in the room adjacent from hers. Liza's death has taken it's toll on everyone. 

It wasn't just Liza's death that was the only reason for the depressing state within her group. There was the fact that Griselda didn't make it out of the facility, it was too late for her, and her family was still grieving. Her daughter, Ofelia, was suffering from both heartbreak and grief. Her arm was wrapped up in layers upon layers of wrap to stop the bleeding after Octavia took the initiative to clean the wound, take the bullet out, and stitch her up. It was the least she could do since she was the only one in the group that had the experience and knowledge as a nurse. 

She believed in God once, thinking that faith was at her side. Now, she didn't know what to believe.

Her heart ached from the pain and misery she's faced and seen. Her cheeks were red, eyes were blood shot from crying herself after her breaking point since Liza died. If this was what the world has become then she was afraid she didn't want to be a part of it. She didn't want to see it turn to worse than it already was. She didn't want to face it alone. 

That boat that Strand talked about? Abigail. It was out in the water, just waiting for their arrival. But, she didn't know if that boat was going to be a sanctuary or purgatory. Life was already gone. It felt oddly strange for her to see that there only chance to live was a boat. 

The waves out in front of her was calming, soothing her nerves. But, her hands still shook. At least the free one was shaking, the other one was held tightly in Nick's. The two were outside, the sun going down and meeting the water like old friends. Her eyes were on the reflection of the sun rays on the water, watching as it lowers each minute, ticking away the day. 

Nick has held his tongue, he's spoken with her before, but her silence was deafening. "You can talk to me you know? It's better to talk then let it build up inside you."

"Talking won't change a damn thing, Nick. It doesn't matter if you have a good attitude of a bad one. Or if you're an honest person or amoral. No matter what you do or who you are, sooner or later something terrible will happen to you. Like Liza and Griselda. And it'll happen to you and me. All we have to do is wait." Octavia mutters, staring into the water beneath her feet.

It was silent for the most part. The waves being the only thing that was heard for minutes past. 

She didn't have the belief in humanity anymore. Maybe she was exaggerating but seeing what she's seen in the city, the facility, everywhere - there was no hope for humanity anymore. 

They were scared before, not knowing what was happening, but now they knew what it is. Now how, but what. They get up after death, walk like they're alive again. But, they're not. They're flesh eating, cannibalistic versions of their previous selves. The dead. Everyone can vouch that they fear the walking dead. If you don't fear the dead, then you haven't seen anything yet. 

Having fear keeps you alive, helps you survive the best you can. In due time things will get better. If not, just try telling yourself: "Everything's going to be okay." Because in the end, you will only have yourself to blame when you're not. 

When the dead are walking, 
the living are running.

WRITTEN: October 15, 2015

i did write this on the date stated, but posted on a later date. so this is the epilogue, not much to it bc i don't know much about what could happen next season of ftwd. i truly can't wait.

-- quinnjordan :)