| When you think you want the world one way, and then you get the complete opposite. |
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"You honestly expect me to kiss you after you killed at least twenty walkers?"
"Yes?"
"You're something else, Prise."
"But that's why you love me, Di...
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Bob walked the lonely windy trail of the first floor, looking as if he was in a daze of sorts. Holding a machete to his shoulder, he kept his eyes on the floor. He was alone, all over again. He took a can of food, opened it with a rock and shoved his hand inside to eat the contents of it. He ate it as if it was honey mixed with chocolate. Walkers passed by the dead man walking. He held a dead look to his eye and then he started walking off again. He had no trail to go, passing by an old wooden fort, he tapped on the wood and waited for anything to pop out.
Nothing did and he tied sticks to lock himself inside and he took a sip of medicine for his wound. Downing half the bottle, he looked over his shoulder to find nothing and rested his eyes for just a moment.
Soon enough, a walker came along and placed its arms through the think openings, trying to eat the dark skinned man.
He just stared at it, not giving a damn. And with a hit of his sword, he killed it and went on towards another truck that was filled with boxes. He went to go on top of it to nod his head and lay down on it, allowing the sun to hit his body. Walkers passing by him in herds and he just stayed up on the truck, not knowing what else to do.
He got fed and started packing his things and moved again. His bag slung over his shoulder and that's when he heard an engine of a motorcycle pick up.
He turned around and found Daryl and the car filled with people coming his way. He stayed still and Daryl turned his engine off.
"You got point?" Glenn asked from inside the car and Daryl nods his head, holding his crossbow.
"Yeah, I got it." Daryl told him while covering his eyes to block the suns harsh rays of light.
"Hi. Hello." Bob told them while Daryl furrowed his eyebrows.
"Just you out here?" Daryl asked while bob didn't move a muscle.
"Yeah." He muttered, not going to say much.
"How long's it been like that for?" Daryl asked, stepping closer.
"I don't know. I was with one group and another one after that." Bob stated truthfully while Daryl furrows his eyebrows in more confusion.
"They didn't make it? Neither one of them?" Daryl asked and Bob shook his head.
"What's your name?" Glenn asked, holding his gun in front of him incase something went wrong.
