Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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also: the song for this chapter is Fix You by Cold Play

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SKYE

The back of the firetruck bounced as it rumbled along the road. The struggling vehicle was retreating from the overrun town, and retreating from the lies we had been tricked into believing. My arms crossed over my chest as I glared across the dim cabin, eyes lingering on Eugene sitting in the corner with a bruise on his eye and a sad expression on his face. I shook my head slowly before staring at my hands, which occupied themselves by twirling my axe mindlessly as my mind raced on previous event.

What happened?

Eugene lied to us- all of us.

He had tricked Abraham for many strenuous months , making the hopeless man think there was hope. The coward had tricked so many people into following him in a mission of false heroism, and worst of all, he had wasted the lives of so many survivors because he made them all believe that there was something to protect. Eugene, the deceitful scientist, had ruined our hearts even more, and his actions had marked everyone with despondency.

It was all because Eugene was afraid of being killed. So he lied and tricked strong survivors into believing he was someone of importance- someone who needed protection.

I unintentionally gripped the head of the axe harder as I thought of the excuses Eugene had made and the repetitive remarks of apology he had spouted in a panicked haste. No matter how hard he had tried, though, Abraham, nor anyone else for that matter, would forgive him in a long time for the lies he had conjoined. Abraham punched Eugene in the face and knocked him out cold before escaping the group several feet away to collapse to his knees, looking like he was in a contemplation of life.

(ok, but those last several words sound like me 24/7 hAHAH)

Soon enough, after several moments of silenced thought, many argument sessions, and a few death threats from about everyone conscious, the six of us had to settle with the only reasonable option- return to the church. We simply had no motive to continue on, given our previous mission was nothing but a house of cards

The truck rumbled over rough terrain, shaking the cabin harshly again. Brushing away my thoughts, I focused on my hands and cringed slightly, finding my palm now to be cut up with a single messy slice of flesh and leaking of crimson and frustration. The head of the axe was marked with red droplets and I realized I had been squeezing it too hard, my anger with Eugene fueling my grip.

I released a heavy sigh before wiping the blood away. I stood up, gaining the curious gaze of Tara across me.

"What are you doing?" Tara asked quietly so Maggie, who was sleeping on Glenn's shoulder a few feet away, would not wake up. I could see her brown eyes scan my rugged appearance in concern even with the dim light of the firetruck's cabin constraining her view.

"I'm gonna go talk to Eugene." I responded quietly, glancing in the direction of the man huddled in the corner with his eyes downcast and shameful. I simply wanted to speak to him- I didn't know why, but I just wanted to hear the reasons for his actions.