Warning:
sad
death of character (?)
spoilers (??)Lost Time
Dead - Phoebe Ryan~Flashback Start~
"Hey! Are you okay?" Someone asks
They smack your face a few times. Your eyes open wearily and you look up, seeing a woman. She knelt down in front of you. You could only make out her figure from her outline. Your vision was so blurry.
You blink a few times and rub your eyes. Everything comes flooding back, the cold feeling throughout your body, the pain in your side, the feelings of regret and failure.
Your eyes snap open and you wheeze, cough, and sputter. You sit up sharply, only to let out a loud cry of pain. You lie back, smelling the years worth of rotten garbage behind you.
"Hey, hey, hey, take it easy!" A man says
"No! He needs me!" You protest
You flop onto your stomach and try to army crawl away, but all you feel is the pain. You're stopped and sat back up.
"Who needs you?" a woman questions firmlt
She's knelt beside you with a firm hand placed on your shoulder. You turn to her with wide teary eyes.
"He needs me!" You shout
"Who?!" She says, more authoritative
"Dillon! Dillon needs me!" You shout "Please, you don't understand! He can't be alone!"
"He have brown spiky hair?"
You nod
"Brownish eyes?"
Another nod
"Yè tall?"
"YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST TELL ME!" you burst out
The group before you exchanges glances. They turn back towards you.
"He high tailed outta here kid." A hippie looking man says
"No no no no no, Dillon wouldn't do that.. He wouldn't leave me here.. He cares for me and I care for him. Oh?! He must've gone to get help! That's it!" You exclaim, clearly in denial
"Look at me." The woman says calmly "I need you to listen to me and listen good. I don't know who you are or what you and that boy are. Frankly, I don't care. All I know is that he brought you out here to shoot you and leave."
"No..no no no no" You repeat over and over until you're babbling like a maniac
Someone on the opposite side of you, pulls you into a hug. You begin to cry and complain, while the whole group just listens.
~Flashback End~
You stand in an almost stereotypical hero position as you scan the field for any threats. To your disappointment, you see nothing. There was no way the field was this quiet. You spin around upon feeling someone touch your shoulder. You press your gun against their chest, looking up to meet the eyes of Roberta Warren.
"Easy." Warren says, putting her hands up in defense
Your body relaxes and turn back to the field, lowering you gun in the process.
"We gotta get ready to move again" She says simply
You shrug at this and just as Warren turns to walk away, you grab her wrist. She looks back at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Look me in the eyes and call me daddy"
"Why?" You ask simply
"What do you mean why?" She questions back
"Why." You reply
You walk away, leaving her to wonder what the interaction that just happened between you two was about.
You sit in the bed of the black truck, keeps your eyes on the scenery instead of the road. You wanted to tell her, but you couldn't. He'd bit you, and you couldn't tell her. You couldn't ask her for help. All you could do was wait.
You exchange a cold glance with Murphy as he smiles at you.
You look through the back window at Warren and smile a bit. 10k gives you a questioning glance when you look back but you don't care.
~Flashback End~
You hold the gun up to her head, tears running down your blank face as your arm shakes. Murphy stands beside you with a sly smile on his face.
"NO! " You hiccup
"Shoot her!"
"I WON'T"
"NOW!"
"ALVIN I'M NOT GONNA!" You scream back
Your arm stops shaking and it falls to your side. You quickly lift it back up and aim it at him, firing into his knee and shoulder, purposely missing the main arteries. You drop it and run over to her. Warren is surprised when you press your lips against hers.
"Warren I-"
"It's alright. You did good. Go get Doc and I'll tend to Murphy over here."
You nod and hurry off to find him.
~Flashback End~
"Hey Roberta," You say softly kneeling down to the big rock
You place the flowers down and smile, before sitting down Indian style beside her.
"I brought your favorites." You continue "You know it.. Gets a little lonely without you here. But my new group is pretty nice. I think Rick is starting to get used to having me around."

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Short Story2014 - 2016 ❤WARNING: SO MUCH CURSING AND OCCASIONALLY COMPLETE PERTVERTEDNESS❤ Sup, I'm Oscar. I don't own anything except the oneshot ideas, 'Evil Isn't That Bad', and 'Oscar's Universe'. All unless I say otherwise. So yeah, enjoy!