-BookTwo-
...It's just too late...
They aren't the same as they once were.
She isn't as trusting. He isn't as kind.
Both are filed by anger, the other one left behind.
One year together.
A decade apart...Then the Apocalypse.
Lots of ANGER. Lots of...
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"Where y'all from?" He was asking the question to me, build up insight on my life. But I zipped my mouth shut, not like Dixon was going to allow me to speak anymore anyway.
"Ya said 'nough. Don't make this harder on ya-self." He said, he had my pistol and did not in any way give it back towards me.
To both his and Rick mistake, I have another in the back of my pants.
"Atlanta," Grimes stated, and although my eyes peered down through Dixon's chin and shoulder. His crystal eyes were begging me not to do anything more detrimental. We could kill these guys in a single second.
And the issue is I want to. I need to kill him.
"Where are you headed?"
"For now, nowhere." The steps meant he was coming closer. So I rested my back towards the gate again, rendering me back to where I started. "He's as stubborn as me."
"He ain't ya pops, Michael is." Daryl reminded me, but the man before Rick had the same blood running through my veins. And instead, I just had my head fall flat into Daryl's hold.
Completely welcoming the darkness.
"Thought ya were gonna cave out soon or later Rory, don't gotta hold it in no more..." My eyes were still burning from before, what happened in the cell room with Hershel was a distant memory. But the cafeteria...That was still colorful in my mind.
