She never had much in her life that gave her a reason to care. High school sucked, but her family sucked more. Cory was alone in her world until she met Daryl and Merle. After that, she basically became the third Dixon. They were inseparable, of cou...
<<< (DAY 180) I'm leaving Woodbury today, fucking finally. I decided I'm taking off tonight for sure. There's no sense in hesitating. I've been going over it in my head all day and I know the only person I could trust enough to say goodbye to would be Titus. I'm gonna head over today to talk to him about it, but I'm not leaving until later in the day when Phillip goes on a run with Paul and Shumpert. Also, fun fact: I left my engagement ring in that house with my throwing axes, and I completely forgot about it. Somehow, Phillip didn't notice.
I'm gonna miss it here and I know it, but I'd rather sit in wallow in remembrance than feel unsafe the rest of my life, however long that is. I mean, I've been dealing with the empty feeling since Day 1 anyway, so it isn't gonna kill me to leave. Fuck, if I survived this long without Merle or Daryl, I think I'll make it without Phillip, Titus, or Martinez.
I want to cry so badly, though, mostly because I know how much I love Phillip and how bad it'll hurt to never see him again. But still, I know staying is dumb. I saw what's in this house, and I don't think I can trust that Phillip is going to stay sane much longer. I did make myself a deal, though, that if I don't find somewhere safe in two weeks to stay, I would come back and make an excuse so no one knows I ditched. I'd tell them that I went out on a run alone to get fresh air and got lost.
My main motivation really is the Dixon boys, though. I had at most a 5% chance of seeing them again. The only way I would've ever seen them again was on a run if they happened to be in the area or if they found Woodbury, and neither of those ever happened while I was here. Now that I'll be out adventuring and traveling, my chances of finding them, or finding someone who has seen them, are much higher.
Phillip just left for his run so I'm gonna go talk to Titus and get going. Wish me luck.
Signing out, Corynn Elaine August (Jenner) <<<
"Still hurt?" I asked, taping up the gauze wrapped around Daryl's head. He was unable to look into my eyes as he shrugged, his face unchanging. "Andrea feels like shit about it still."
"I told 'er that she better run if she ever does it again," He told me, snickering to himself. "Still, can't blame 'er. I looked like shit."
I nodded in agreeance, "Yeah, I got one good look at you when they dragged you back to camp. You looked like a walker, man. What the hell happened to you out there?"
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He gazed up at me, then peered away and scooted back away from me to his bed, or rather, blanket and pillow on the ground. He laid back, resting his head. I still kneeled where I had been, waiting for an answer I was almost sure wouldn't come.
"Took that damn horse out, it got spooked by a snake or somethin', and it threw me off over a bank into the creek. Took an arrow to the side on the way down, got knocked out and all that good shit, but when I came to I saw a walker comin' up on me and had to take it out quick. Then I pulled that arrow out, patched myself up, went a little crazy for a couple minutes, ate a squirrel or rabbit or somethin' and found my way back to camp. 'Course yer blonde friend had somethin' to do about that."
