-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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As Rick gave me another order, as all the bodies were collected and done with. He threw me the keys and I opened the door for everyone to get into the vehicles and drive on up the given way. As I waited by the gate, I watched closely how the prisoners interacted with each other and to us.
How they watched us. Trying to get inside their heads as I mended their thoughts together, but it wasn't anything I could've expected. "Twin cylinder. Is that a Triumph?" Axel questioned, while the Oscar just leaned beside the wall and blankly looked out into the open. But his eyes were now on me as he knew what I was doing.
"Don't even look at it," Daryl warned, sitting on it now as he continued forward. His stare towards me says that he was trying to keep his cool, but nothing I could do would stop them from talking to him.
"Didn't want it bored out? Sounds like it could use a tune-up! I'm pretty handy with a wrench...Heads are leaking...I know my bikes!" The poor guy screamed out, but Daryl just rode on past with the look of disgust on his face now. As the rest of the vehicles went out, I couldn't help but hear Oscar scold him for trying again. Maybe T wasn't wrong.
"Miss, you gotta understand...Please." I sighed again, looking back knowing I have to hurry up and keep a pace or else they'll know. "Stay here, try to earn your trust here...Don't go outside. It's not worth it." Was all I said, continuing forward as I took another sip of my water.
Hershel told me I need to stay hydrated, that and it helps flush out all the crap my body has been through all winter.
As I was walking on up, I jogged the final portion just because I wanted to talk to Daryl. The man was right, the entire winter there was no sanction or moment to fix Merle's bike, so as I went on over towards him. He was already inspecting it. "You know he's right..." I mumbled, and Dixon scoffed within the moment of my arrival.
