Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking Dead in any way whatsoever.
Author's Notes: Anyway, last time when we left off, tragedy struck (this is the world of the living dead, obviously) and Faith is now all alone… Or is she? Hope you enjoy reading.
MUCH LOVE,
~SAYONARA~
This story is going to be about Sam's group that leaves in Seven Days. I give all the credit to Sam Lee for writing this story. Thank you Sam for letting me post this story here.
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Faith kicked the roof's overhead door open as she peered down the empty stairwell. It was abandoned for one thing but it was also pitch black inside. With the door open, the light from outside only gave enough light to move down at least two flights before receding away from the darkness. From that point on, Faith would be walking blind. Faith also noticed that the handrails broke off at about the second flight downward. If she made it that far, she would be literally walking on the rails.
The flashlight that she had used earlier was back in the convenience store, several hundred feet down from where she stood. There was no way she would be able to go back. The alley was crowded first off…
And Faith didn't want to go back and re-witness the scene she had just barely managed to escape. And if Joanne happened to be there…
No… Stop if Faith… Stop thinking like that.
Faith knew it was unrealistic, to wish that Joanne may survive, but it gave her a form of comfort. Joanne had been in other terrifying scrapes with death before all this started and managed to survive and bounce back from each incident. Faith hoped that this was true and still applied right now.
And if Joanne were to have any chance of surviving at all, Faith would need to be by her side. Faith thought for a moment. The alley behind her was a sort of a t-bone intersection. It led to two opposite pathways that, in the end, would all be connected by a main street. If Faith could manage to get off the building and circle back on the ground, she would be able to find Joanne.
Faith took a deep breath as she looked down the dark abyss that waited before her. She took a step into the stairway. As she set her foot down on the metal step, her footstep echoed throughout the stairway, long and loud. Faith would have continued to hear her echoing footstep if her heart wasn't pounding so hard.
Anyone, Or anything in this matter, would have heard that noise. If roamers were near the vicinity, they would be clambering up the stairs this very minute. Faith stood her ground, her ear attentive to every and all sounds that came her way. If roamers were indeed coming, she'd be ready for it. She waited.
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