Same Love

20: Memories

Sam stretched. Rick glared at him, knowing he'd been bested as Sam walked out of the prison gates with Daryl and Carl. Carl had wanted to go with the two hunters for experience and while Rick had flatly refused him, Sam had talked him into it. They disappeared quickly and Carol let a smile creep onto her face at seeing the three walking away from the guard tower. Daryl lead them to a town that was all too familiar to Sam, it was his home town and he walked through the ghostly houses uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?"

"This is my hometown. I haven't been here since it all went south" Sam hummed as they broke into a locked house. He knew the house all too well. It was Kit's house, his best friend and almost sister. Daryl shot a walker in the kitchen and luckily Sam didn't recognise her, stepping over the body and opening where they kept the medicines pre-apocalypse. The cupboard was empty. Daryl and Carl stayed close to Sam as he picked over the kitchen, moving on the bathroom and then eventually the bedrooms upstairs. They entered a room that was all dark purple, a broken mirror hung on the wall and a chair along with a chest of drawers and a wardrobe littered the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere and the room smelt of fresh sunflowers. Sam inhaled deeply, taking in the pungent smell of his best friend, she had obviously escaped. The bed was broken, a splintered piece of wood held open the window and the furniture had been broken too. Carl picked up a photograph tucked inside a diary (tumblr_oewpoplZAb1voon58o1_500) and looked over it. He recognised two people, Nate and Sam and there was a blonde in the background. This made him realise that Sam must have known people in this town, he must have known this girl well. Carl read the teen's diary aloud to all of them, making Sam giggle sometimes.

January 25th

I thought today was going to be normal. I mean, sure It's my best friends birthday and he's working but the party definitely was interesting. I turned up at the studio to see Sam shouting at some guy and brandishing a spear and then they started fighting. I was so scared! I had no idea what Sam did until today and found it funny when he saw me and just stopped attacking the guy. I yelled at him but he said i was an idiot. Nate then burst the bubble. The two of them don't know what too much pda is I swear. The only reason I took us to a bar was because Emi wanted to go and Sam thought that was fine. Emi's beyond persuasive. I took a picture too of Sam, Nate and Taylor being stupid. Happy birthday my man-hour Sammy

Sam blushed a bright red. That was really what Kit wrote about him. He tucked the book in his bag as Daryl grinned and Carl laughed. They moved onto the next house and out without incident. A few houses down was his girl Emi's house. She lived in a family of seven in a smaller house than him and they squished into the property just fine. He refused to pick up the sheet covering a body shaped pile and they retreated. When they got to Nate's house Sam gathered himself and Daryl and Carl noticed his slight pause. They picked up nothing of use to the group but when Sam entered Nate's room he almost broke down. It smelled of him, it was a shambles but recognisable and his picture was everywhere. Carl looked at one photo and sighed, stashing it in his bag to give to Sam later at the prison. Sam gasped, snatching a photo pinned to a notice-board and blushing a bright red.

"He took sneaky pictures of me!" Sam whined and Daryl smiled. At least he wasn't crying. Daryl noticed how focused and cute he was as they left. Soon a small house came into view. A beaten up old truck sat outside with the windows smashed and the door was locked. They broke in a Sam peered into the kitchen sadly. No one had moved the sheet, it was where he left it and his parents were under. He read his own handwriting, the scribbled note catching Carl's eye who stared at the man sadly. Sam unlocked the door to his bedroom and entered. It was untouched. Vinyl still lay strewn across the bed, his bed was freshly made and the room smelled strongly of him. His weapons were lined up against his wall as well as his work calendar and his mirror. He rooted in his drawers and pulled out some new clothes and grinned.

"Might as well take them, they are mine" 

"This is your room?" Carl asked, looking around in awe at how untouched everything was. This unsettled Daryl, he wanted to go back to the prison now. They set off back to the prison soon enough and returned back with no fuss, though Sam was smiling all the way back. It seemed that seeing his town had the opposite affect Daryl thought it would, it made him happy and didn't set off a tsunami of uncontrollable emotion.  He was thankful.

This is just a short chapter that I absolutely hate. I decided that this was the best time to introduce myself to you as an author. I am Amai and I'm a disgrace of human for making this story but anyway.....

I like the walking dead but I'm also an anime nerd, having grown up with the likes of Naruto and Dragon Ball but also liking  anime such as YOI and Fairy Tail. I also like food and am in love with tea, that's the brit in me I guess.

Well, That's me I guess, any requests ask. Any hate go ahead, I'll just snap back at you. Any constructive criticism is accepted and needed as you can probably see and that's it.

Love you all, fluffy little marshmallows from your author, Amai, leader of the marshmallows and shinobi of the leaf village