"Its their world. We're just living in it"
A/N: this stories first few parts are basically the same as my Carl Grimes story. This is basically an alternative story or storyline to that story. I just wanted to clarify for anyone that might be reading...
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You grabbed your bags off of the road and tossed it in the back of their truck. You sat in the back seat while Newt and Nik were up front, Nik driving. "So love, in what part of your mind was it a good idea to get into a car with two strangers?" Nik asked smirking at you through the view finder. You smirked back and pulled the gun out of your back pocket.
"I stole your gun"
The smirk on his face dropped but yours grew, Newt looked at Nik and broke into a fit of laughter glancing back at you. "I like her"
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"This is it" Nik said pulling up to a house in the middle of a field, surrounded by woods. You got out of the car and Newt grabbed your bags, carrying them inside for you. You followed him in and he led you upstairs into a bedroom. "There's a bathroom right through there love and there's running. It's not the warmest but it does the job" Newt turned on his heel and walked out closing the door behind him. You noticed the slight limp he had when he walked but you didn't wanna ask questions.
Not knowing quite what to do you went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. You turned on the shower and felt the water. Newt was right, the water wasn't exactly hot but it was luke warm and that was good enough.
After the shower you sat on the front porch in a wooden chair rocking chair. The sun was setting creating a orange and pink glow everywhere. You hugged one of your knees to your chest while your other foot was on the ground rocking the chair back and forth. "Watcha doing?" Newts voice broke you out of your thoughts. He sat in the other chair that was next to the one you were in "thinking"
Newt nodded and looked at the sun setting, "so what's your story?" Newt asked looking back at you. You scoffed and shook your head looking down. "Well my mom died before she got to see this world turn into what it is now. I was with my dad for awhile then we got separated, I found a group, stayed with them for a couple years. They kinda became my family but I just left them a little over a week ago." You replied keeping your eyes on the ground.
"And now you're here" Newt finished what you were saying for you, making you look up. "Why?" He asked giving you a confused look, "why would you leave?" He continued on looking as if he wanted to cuss you out. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came.
"Me and Nik are brothers, our parents took their own life's together and left me and Nik. It was like a fucked up romantic love story" You took in Newts words trying to process it. Everyone that was left in this world had a fucked up past. Wether it was before the outbreak started or after, everyone was damaged.
Newt noticed your silence and got up taking you by your hand. Newt held your hand as he led you to the back of the house. His limp was more noticeable now but once again you didn't ask questions.
On the back wall of the house there were paintings all over it and there stood Nik a paint brush in his hand. There was a table full of paint supplies and a cup of water. "Since you like the sunset, I thought you would like this" Newt said letting go of your hand. A smile slowly found its way onto your face, before everything went to shit you enjoyed painting. They were never the best paintings of course but your dad always made you feel like they'd be in an art museum one day.
"Come on. Pick a brush up, don't be shy" Nik taunted looking away from his painting for a second to look at you. You picked up a brush and dipped it into the paint, "I think I'm gonna enjoy you being around here love"
