Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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It had been over a month since the tragedy of death struck our group, but the sting never faded. Everything and anything brought the group pain- every, single, little thing we did or thought created pain.

I felt weaker than I ever had before. My bones were like pavement baking under the sun, cracking and deprived of nutrients. My skin felt like leather to my touch. My eyes could not lift to the sky in joy and hope, but only drag along the lowly road of which I walked. And most severely, my mind was rotting.

I was tried of putting up with myself and my mind, even with Carl Grimes and the group by my side.

"Eat something." Carl said with a hushed tone, again. He trudged beside me as we walked the same road we had been walking for days. Our path weaved along abandoned highways that streaked through the tree infested state of Virginia.

"Give it to someone else, Carl." I said softly, shaking my head and pushing the nearly-empty can of beans away. "I'm not hungry."

"You can't not be hungry." Carl responded, holding out the food closer to my body. "Skye Roberts, you and I both know that you are never not hungry."

I sighed deeply and allowed myself to look over at him. The boy's eyes were blood-shot, giving off the appearance of pure exhaustion. His face was dirt-caked and shining with faint perspiration. I could tell by the sharpness of his features that he probably lost even more weight due to the lack of our resources. His brown hair was a mess, his hat was lopsided, and the green shirt he wore would be nearly hanging from his body if he had not the muscle to fill it.

God, he looks worn out. I thought sadly. You probably look the same... or worse.

"When was the last time you ate, Grimes?" I murmured with the lightest sarcasm, turning the concern toward him, pushing the can away yet again.

Carl rolled his eyes at my question. "That doesn't matter-"

"Uh, yes it does. When was the last time you ate?" I cut him off, eyes narrowed.

Carl's icy glare bore into mine. He clenched his jaw momentarily in the silence, probably as he tried to muster an excuse or lie, but I beat him to it.

"Your silence says enough. I've eaten within the past 24 hours, which is enough considering how things are going right now. You probably haven't eaten in a week knowing you... Eat it."

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but I raised a finger to his lips, shaking my head. "I'll find something else later. Now, eat it."

Carl sighed heavily before giving into my command, beginning to eat the plain, brown beans from the can. We fell into silence, and I trained my eyes forward into the direction in which the entire group was walking. There was nothing in the air of the group- nothing but sadness and grief, that is

A month ago, along with Beth, we lost Tyreece to the fatal arms of bad heredity and bad timing in Noah's hometown. The loss of the man was like a final, lethal blow to our sanity at the end of a battle. But the battle was no where near over, nor did it ever seem it would be.

Our group was already unstable, like a cracked mirror, so Tyreece's death simply seemed to be the concussion that brought the whole mirror to the floor.

Sasha and Maggie were experiencing the worst of it, of course. I could see it on their faces, the darkness flickering in their eyes, the hope draining from their faces, the defeat weighing on their words. I didn't even want to imagine their inner turmoil.