"The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination."
- Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Fall of Atlantis
Andrea, Michonne and I spent weeks moving from one place to another, we never stayed in a place for more than two or three days for safety measures.
We were tired most of the time for all the walking and even running but we were getting used to it by now, besides Andrea and I didn't complain to Michonne about that, as we moved around the city because we kept looking for our loved ones, for our friends but so far we hadn't even found a single clue of their whereabouts and as more time passed the less I believed I was going to ever find them again.
Right now we were in the middle of fall and it was getting colder and colder, we had already gotten warm clothes but we needed warmer ones and unfortunately we had lost them recently. We came across a group of seven men and we had to flee as quickly as we could.
We had left the town and gotten back into the woods, where we were more safe from people and we were also safe from walkers because of our 'bodyguards' that Michonne kept bringing from one place to the other.
Sometimes, if we came across only a few walkers we killed them quickly and other times we just didn't bother with them but if we see a very large group of them, we just try to mend in. I get closer to our two walkers and try to act as normal as I can manage, say nothing, do no fast movements and we always get away with it but I still get super nervous about it.
I always think that the walkers will catch a scent or we will make a mistake and they'll know we are alive, that we are not one of them. My heart beats so fast I always worry that they will be able to hear it and realize they can eat me but luckily that hasn't happened yet.
Having those two walkers around all the time to mask our scent is way better than kill one and cover your body with their blood and guts, like Rick, Glenn and I did when we were in Atlanta months ago, when we thought we wouldn't leave that city alive. If only we had known back then that we only needed to get two or three of them, cut their arms and jaws off, that would have been better than what we did that day.
I shook my head to get the memories of Rick, Glenn and the rest of the group out of my head. It was hard to think about them and know that some of them might be dead by now.
A couple of hours after the sunset, Michonne decided that it was time to rest. We let our backpacks and stuff fall down on the ground as Michonne tied her two walkers on a tree nearby.
I sat on the cold, hard ground and rested my back against another three after I helped Andrea to start the fire. I brought my knees to my chest as I hugged them close to me. Here out in the open, we might be safer from other people and there were less walkers but we didn't have any kind of shelter to protect us from the cold.
Since we weren't moving anymore, my body's temperature fell and I started to shiver and soon after that my teeth started to chatter. I buried my head in my knees and tried to warm up but not even with the fire in front of me, I got to feel any less cold.
Michonne and Andrea got some cans out of one of the backpacks and warmed them up with the help of the fire, Andrea was kind enough to warm me one, I was so cold I couldn't really move.
"Cici, come to eat," Andrea told me as she and Michonne grabbed each a can.
"I'm not hungry, Andrea," I muttered even when I was in fact really hungry. But I couldn't really move from the cold.
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