Feral. (A walking dead love story)

Chapter IX - Angel Eyes

The thing that weird me out the most was how much I missed small problems; paying rent, delivering the new project on time, arriving late at a meeting... If I could wish for something I would wish for those little things.
As I curled up in the patio floor with a blanket that I managed to carry with me since the farm, I thought about my siblings.
I refused to think they were gone. In my mind they were somewhere my reality was just a distant nightmare. In fact, in my mind they were still little and my mother was still young enough to carry them in her arms.
If there was something I regretted was being too busy with my shit and refusing to stay with them. Now I would give anything just to see them again.

I could hear a sweet hum getting closer to me.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Beth said "I have never seeing you up this early."

"We aren't all early birds like you." I smiled, she sat by my side and I invited her into my blanket.

"Where you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"This brave. You seem like nothing can scare you. Like they can't get to you."

"It is great to know that I can fool people." I smiled "The truth is I'm scared all the time. Scared like a puppy. Just the thought about the future makes me shiver to my bones."

"I tried to kill myself." Her eyes were far "I wanted to make it all stop. That's how weak I am."

"No," I put my hand on her shoulder "that's really brave. It takes some balls to be here, it takes courage to survive."

We watched as the sun appeared in the sky, seizing the moment, because after all we never knew when it would be the last time.

It didn't take long until we heard people awake inside.
My stomach roared louder than the tweets of the happy birds in the woods, and I rose to my feet leaving Beth with my beloved plaid blanket.

In normal circumstances canned food grossed me out, but my mouth watered just by the glance of canned meat.
This time I had to settle for some baked beans, as meat was scarce and I'd rather leave it to Carl or Lori.

"There's a water stream just outside the gates, I think we can use it in our favor." T-Dog eloquently said to the group that was gathered in a semi-circle.

I joined them while they discussed how they'd manage to bring the fresh water from the stream to the prison. I didn't say a word as I was never good at physics.

"These are all great ideas. But first we need to clean the rest of the building. " Rick looked over to the convicts "And you'll help us."

"Why would we help you?" Tomas said.

"Because you have to. And because once we clean the other cell block, it will be yours and we won't need to see each other again."

Once we were all ready, we braced ourselves and went for another suicide mission.
Daryl opened the door to a dark hallway where we couldn't see one inch ahead of us, he held a lantern in his mouth, but it wasn't enough.
Our steps were like a synchronized ballet of fear, where the smallest mistake could lead to a knife in the temple.

"They are coming. Stay together." Rick said between his teeth.

Suddenly the groans grew closer and I could spot the horrendous rotten faces.
They were only three, but as a try out Rick imposed that the convicts went first.
They run ahead of us, and instead of doing what was instructed (putting any pointy object through their skull) they sprayed in groups where while one kicked their stomachs the other held their arms.
Tomas finally drew his gun and shot the walker in front of him in the heart.