Holding Back Those Tears - Book One - UNDERGOING EDITING!

The Note Offbeat

The shanty looked like it needed to crumble. All hope for it was now gone, and so was the family who once owned this place. It felt unmoral to just walk in to someone else's home, even though they are not there, but sometimes you have to do unmoral things to make the most of surviving.

The outer side of the cabin was made of wood that looked to have been denatured by the rain storms. As I ran my finger along the wood on the door, muck transferred from the cabins wood to my finger tip. I brushed it on my pants.

Sky forced her way past me to open the door. It grinded as it opened, welcoming us with just a handshake no hug. Sky entered first, me patron-aging her by going in after her. A lot of furniture still sat in its, thought to be, original place. I stroked the dull green couch, feeling it for dust. It was dusty alright, meaning no one had been here for a long while. I would say ever since we came out here or when the apocalypse started, but the cabin would of fell to its knees if it was that long ago. Maybe a little over a year ago. The air was filled with a mixture of fumes. The classic fire smell was no where in its spread. The smell was so fetid that I had to take a seat on the couch for a few seconds. It smelt like something out of its expiry date. People out of their expiry date.

I went along to one of the rooms. I pushed the door open to check inside. It was a baby's nursery. I felt myself sink back as I tried to get my head around what had happened to the baby or babies that lived here. Hopefully, they safely fled. Fled to the never land with their parents. On the wall was two babies names. One painted in blue, the other pink. Esme and Teddy. I could perceive myself wanting to be sick. This was all a macabre. I did not quit my way out off the room, but instead gathered some baby stuff and thangs before making my exit. I remembered Glenn telling me him and his wife, Maggie, was after a baby and hopefully would get one. I never know if I will cross paths with him again, and maybe a pregnant Maggie too. I smiled to myself at the thought.

Sky was rummaging through the master bedroom, probably checking it over incase they had a gun for hunting. If they had fled with the babies, they would of fled with the gun. Fleeing was dangerous. Clashes were made in the, not so far, room, "Sky, be quiet!", I tried to whisper shout. I looked through to the room to see that the reply I got was a thumbs up and lighter clashing and thumps.

I made my way back to the lounge, before beginning to dig through cupboards there then the cupboards in the kitchen. There was little food here. A can of baby food, dog food – they must have had a dog, or do have one -, Two cans of beans, some jarred jam, honey, maple syrup, jarred pudding, a packet of biscuits, a full box of cereal, and a little yellow stick note which read, "Good Luck! J", They knew someone would come here and actually gave it some thought about what to leave behind. I must of missed out checking the bench, as it had a packet of six water bottles on, seven teabags, and three packets of pasta. The bread bin held a good out of date bread, and the fridge had rotten cheese and milk in it. I covered my nose with the back of my hand. I opened one of the drawers, to find a big storage of different knifes, and a gun with five bullets. I picked the gun up and shoved it in my back pocket, covering it with my shirt. Hopefully, I would not set it off. Sky did not need to know about this. It was my secret!

Yet when I settled for the night, something was off beat. There was less water bottles than tea bags and none of them had a note on. These thangs had to belong to someone who could be home soon.

After another month, our housing in the cabin was over. The roof had caved in, and my sister had told me that someone had caught us again and planned on shooting us down. I guess I just listened and then followed packing up all the food. This cabin did once belong to someone, but a month ago we found him in the bath room, dangling for the light. Bless him, he must have had enough. I mimicked a cross with my hands, before picking up my bag and glancing back at this place. Sky was tugging me to hurry, I told her that I had forgot something and was going back to get it. I went back in the babies room, and took a picture of the side of the cradles. I pushed it in my bag before taking out some spray and spraying the wall with the words "Sunny Grimes was here and will be back!", after that, I left. We left, to trek and safari in the wilderness yet again. This time hoping to be left alone. 

We were able to set up camp further North so we were not backtracking our journey. Sky claimed we would not be at this camp out for long as it would not take the people long to find us.

Yet again, she trailed off during the night, this time with a twist. I climbed away from the blankets as soon as she was out of sight, grabbed my bow and arrow, gathered my bag onto my back, and checked my back pocket for the gun, before taking the same exit route after her.

I was being aware that she could turn and see me, so took the route which had many trees to cover me. I stopped for a bit to pull a twig away from my cleavage. Sky still roamed, I could hear her sighs from here. Whatever she was doing, she did not want to do it, I needed to find out what it was if it could help preventing her from its dangers. I did not exactly have a plan yet.

She carried on passing the fine oaks. Her hand brushing across one, then settling back to her side. She made no stops, not even when there was a roamer, she just pushed them away and continued her journey. She kept pushing them my way, which was a downside. I finished them off, hoping she would not turn and see all the roamers she had pushed had 'vanished' or 'disappeared into the bushes and firm trees', then she would just inspect the trees, not finding me. I am the best at hide and seek, even ask Carl! 

I looked to my right side remembering she had left Todsey to guard me. He was beside me, and when I looked at him he was taking a chunk out of a roamers head. I ruffled his fur, "Whose a good boy?", His tail wagged, but he still kept a serious face. I was surprised Sky had not tracked up with his awful, unique smell. It was like he was a walking, barking corpse. He would not like me if I told him that to his face, but he is not here to like. He followed me to protect me from something, some one, or some people.

We finally stopped as Sky had reached her destination. I waited for her to trot of a little further before going to a bush closest to it and taking a peak. Holy shit! It looked to be a factory. Was someone making her work the cotton machines because she has small hands?

Roamers surrounded the main gate, and past the main gate, people surrounded the perimeter. I watched them all aim their guns and in unison say, "I am Negan", a man clapped his hands. His hair was slicked back but I was unaware of how his face looked as he was turned the wrong way for me to see. I checked out the back of him, and that is when I stumbled across a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. What sort of sicko was he? 

 The man whistled. I nudged Todsey as he began to itch his pricked up ears, "Pack-it-in", I tapped his nose as a light smack. Fortunately, he did not bite or bark at me for it. I watched the man. His hair was a pure black, and his figure was so well-ly in shape. The leather jacket showed the strength in his arms, and the the leather black jeans showed the strength in his figure. If his figure was so...well on his back side, what about his front side. I would have to go further down to find out, but for now could not as Sky was still in the picture. She was whispering with the man, he nodded and let her pass through a double door. It looked like a factory for prisoners or to torment and torture people inside. I took a sigh of relief as I saw his bat was clean, as if he had never used it. Hopefully he did not plan on using it on anyone and that it was just decoration or a threat. Just by looking at him and his figure, I could tell he was manipulative.

Sky returned to the scene, and this time spoke louder, "I need more for her!"

I could tell by the movement of his elbows that he was rubbing his chin with his hand. Maybe he had a beard or a stubble, or was just trying to look cool and make some friends. 'He seems like the friendly type',"Oh you are fucking kidding' me. I give you my food, my protection for you to work short shifts, then you come asking for more. Doll, I don't know what else I can do. Maybe you should bring her here and she can judge if its enough". WORK FOR HIM!?

"That's enough, I don't want her getting involved Negan!", I could see fear in Sky's eyes even though I was distant, and it told me I was the cats mother in this situation.

"That's enough! You know fine fucking well who your talking too!", He managed to force a Sorry Negan out of her and she disappeared back into the building, leaving a man behind, which knew about me, and had enough people to find my location. I had to flee and come back to finish this. For me to stand to him, I had to give him enough time to grow a pair of balls...

After, He would prefer messing with someone his own height and age...

Mwah!