| 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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Whistling was echoing in Natalie's head, her mind warped with pain as she felt the heat of the sun lick her body.
Morgan as walking through the thick forest, in search for Carol who had run off. A sign was posted up and he smiled lightly at it. 'You are alive.' It said and he walked past it, his eyes catching a white stallion near him.
"Hey. Hey, boy. Oh, you're fine." He told the horse, hearing it snort at him in slight fear. "You are fine. Hey. Hey, come here. You... are alive." He told the horse while petting it softly.
There were horse prints from earlier, and a person walking in the direction was holding a rosary as he swallowed the bile climbing his throat. He held a gun shot wound to his shoulder as he was in search for the woman who did this to him.
A man was running through the forest, skidding in the ground and picking himself up as he heard the whistle echoing through the forest.
"Glenn's still not back. I need to be there for Maggie." Enid told Carl as he went to collect some weapons.
"I said no." Carl grunted.
"Carl." She pleaded.
"Look, you were wrong before. This place isn't too big to protect. And you need to stay back and help protect it." Carl told her, loading a hand gun.
"This place is ready. Most of us have been trained, you know that. If you were worried about an attack, you wouldn't be leaving." She scolded him.
"You know how far the Hilltop is? You know what could happen?" Carl asked and the man continued to run, seeing the men behind him. "Those Saviors are out there. You know what they did to Denise, what they tried to do with Maggie and Carol, to Daryl, to Rosita, to Eugene... to my mom." He told her and the man fell while they all surrounded him. "That's not happening to you, all right? I'm not gonna let it." He told her while she walked away and stared at the ground for a moment.
Rick walked out of his house with a bag on his hands and over his shoulder. "Any change?" Sasha asked him.
"She's getting worse." Rick told them.
"Good call on the transport." Abraham told him.
"Well, I figured she'd be more comfortable." Rick told the group.
