The world was peaceful and full of life before the dead had arisen. I was at a friend's house but I didn't last long as what I call the infected overan the home. Watching my friend die was the last thing I knew before I ran. It's been months since I...
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Cynthia
I stayed in my bedroom along with Carl. I knew he could tell there was something wrong because I was never quiet when he's around. "What happened, red." he asked quietly as if he's afraid I might snap.
"Shane...he killed her. He killed Olivia with a knife. He's a murderer." I said trying not to break down again.
"What? He'd never do that." Carl said confusion was clear in his eyes. "He lied to everyone for his own benefits. He sacrificed Otis, killed Randall, and killed my little child, Olivia." I said and fresh tears came falling down again.
There were no other words said as he brought me into a hug. "I didn't bury her, I couldn't bring myself to do it. So, I did the next honorable thing. I burned her and her ashes flew to the stars." I whispered, laying my head on his shoulder.
My body calmed as my eyes dropped. I couldn't fight sleep because of exhaustion. Breaking the hug, I layed on the pillow and so did Carl. "μου λείπει." (I miss her) And that was the last thing I spoke before darkness consumed me.
Third POV
Carl watched as her body calmed as she slept. He noticed the girl's hair slowly becoming blonde. No one in the group ever saw Thea cry, ever.
After a few moments, the boy decided to go after his father and Shane, taking the gun he took from Daryl with him.
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Cynthia
I was awoken by someone shaking me. Peeling my eyes open I saw Lori but panic was visible in her eyes. "Where's Carl?" she asked and my eyebrows furrowed as I looked to my right. He wasn't there, my moonstone necklace was though. "I'm not sure." I answered but froze as the sounds of growling and groaning could be heard.
"We need to find everyone now. Walkers are getting close. Maybe 1 or 2 miles but there are hundreds." I said and Lori ran downstairs while I clasped the necklace around my neck and grabbed my bag full of clothes, knives and ammunition.
Grabbing my crossbow, I climbed onto the rooftop with my sniper. The walkers were already by the barn. Patricia already killed all the lights. I started firing my sniper until I ran out if bullets.
Looking down, there were two more vehicles. Deciding to take the motorcycle(not Daryl's), I jumped down and pressed the motor.
Looking to where the others were, the barn was on fire. Stepping on the gas pedal, I held on. Guns in both hand while my mind was controlling the vehicle.
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It was chaos as everyone started shooting but so did I. "C'MON BITCHES!!" I yelled and that caught some of their attention.
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The RV stopped moving as I heard screams. Driving forward I saw Carl and Rick on top of it. Raising my guns I started firing again but clearing a way for the two. Once they were clear, I moved on.
Some of us were dead. Jimmy and Patricia. I ran out of bullets for my hand guns so I put them back in their holsters before grabbing my shotgun.
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There were more of them than I wanted to believe but I just kept firing. The home that I grew up in was going to be torn apart.
Third POV
While Cynthia was firing off bullets, everyone started running low on amo so they had to get away from the farm. They were all split up, Thea was the only one left on the farm. Giving up,she put the gun away and took control of the bike.
Turning around, she drove out of there.
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Out on the highway were they left supplies for Sophia, Rick and Carl got out of the car, leaving Hershel to think. "Wait, where's mom and Thea?" the little boy asked, panic clear in his voice.
"You said they'd be here. W-we gotta go back for them." Carl continued. The sun was already up. "Carl-" "No. Why are we running? What are you doing? It's-- it is mom and my best friend. We need to get them and not be safe a mile away." he argued and his father tried to shush him to be quiet.
"Sh. You need to be quiet, alright? Please." Rick whispered and Carl looked down for a moment before looking in his father's eyes." Please... it's mom. It's red." Carl said pleading.
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Cynthia
It was broad daylight as I finally stopped my motorcycle. I didn't know if anyone else had made it out alive. Something that I worry about dearly.
After a few moments, I turned my vehicle back on and drove to the highway. As I did, I saw Daryl and Carol on the man's motorcycle. I drove beside them, no one spoke a word.
As we got closer, I saw three figures behind a car until they became clear as day. My dad, Rick, and Carl were there. Two more vehicles were behind us.
We all came to a stop and either got off or out of our vehicles. Everyone was alive and there except for Patricia, Jimmy, and Andrea. Besides them, everyone was alright.
I ran to my father first with Beth and Maggie following as Lori hugged Carl. Letting go, I looked towards blue eyes only to find his looking at mine. I laughed as I walked forward and so did he.
I was at peace for once in this life. He brought me into a hug and my heart warmed like it always had with him. "I'm glad your safe red." he whispered and a smile appeared on my face. "Me too, blue eyes."
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Shane was dead, we started avoiding bigger roads, they had more risk of walkers. And so we drove off, not knowing where Andrea was but she's a survivor.
You have made it to the second to last Chapter of this book. Yay!
