Fallen Too Far~|Gabentine|

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{clementines pov}

Sleep

A naturally occurring state of mind and body. Something that people seek to take advantage of. Unlike me, A person who lives in a world where sleep almost isn't an option. But killing is...and it always will be.

Sleep is not just a state of mind and body. It's peace. To bad the world doesn't allow a speck of peace to walk amongst earth. Just the mass destruction of society building up every damn time I open my eyes, are the only exceptions.

I walk this lonely forest, with the echoes of crickets chirping and the leaves crunching beneath my worn out combat boots. Bags hang under my eyes from lack of sleep, while my stomach was still growling with no food from yesterday morning. 'Pray and it will all go away' they'd say. But nowadays people don't rely on faith.

I rustle in the bushes were heard, aware of what it is, I rest my hand on the gun on my waist pausing at the scene. I look around, my head whipping back and forth to see what direction the noise came from. But soon in the distance I see the same familiar figure I witness everyday, lumbering as always.

I sigh pulling out my weapon and walking up to the inhuman being. It growls and snaps its teeth as I approach it. But it stops once I aim my gun and simply pull the trigger making it collapse to the ground lifelessly. The sound of the gun firing echoes out, making birds finch and fly away. I look around to see if the noise attracted more, luckily no.

That deceased monster is what I like to call walkers. The fuckers who started all this shit to begin with. They're the reasons why I can barely eat, sleep or live. Simply because they are the walking dead. Something none of us wished for.

I continued to walk down this deserted path, leading me to where ever it takes me. But then I hear another unsettling noise. The noise of no snarling but crunching of leaves that weren't coming From me. I didn't stop, I just kept walking but with a little bit of more pace. But The noise doesn't stop. I slowly started to reach for my gun, unsure of where the sound was coming from.

I take my gun and whip it around, spinning my whole body. But to see nothing. I frown looking around, Checking the peaks of bushes and trees. But nothing. I turn back around and kept walking not really thinking of the situation. Which is something I wish I should've done

"Stop right there" a voice behind me called out.

I immediately stop in my tracks, juking forward Because of how fast I walked. I sighed knowing somewhat of how this was going to end

"Turn around" the voice said.

I did as told and met figure of a man with the
tip of his gun in my face.

It's been a while since I've encountered with another human being. Not a shocker.

He had a slight beard growing on his jaw and hair that was greasy and short. A satchel was hanging on his side and a he wore base ball jersey. The man seemed in the same condition I was in. Starved and helpless.

"Put your hands up" he ordered

Instead of doing so, I stood there and stared at him with the most devilish look I've ever gave to a person. Looking at him this way could give him the signal that I've been through a lot and he's definitely not helping by pointing the gun.