TWDG\\II-South State

THIRTY-ONE

Violet
I was curled up in the warm blanket, the sides of the container wall the only thing I see when I open my eyes.
Late last night, Louis and I had settled into the new 'house', which admittedly, I was rather shy to embrace...but I see a new ray of light that makes me want to give this place a chance, even if it does mean it could hurt me. I roll over tiredly, and I could see that the empty place I had settled in hadn't changed. It was very early, the fogged up window in the room showing the early pink skies of dawn. I saw Louis's bed was just a few crumpled blankets, Louis nowhere to be found. I sat up, and rubbed my neck. As I yawned, I saw a small, neat pile of clothes on the floor next to my bed.
Wow. This place did have its luxuries. Almost too good to be true.
I stood up, and picked them up, before looking down at my own patchy clothing; A dirty, stained shirt that had lost its colour of the years, with a denim overpask that held gore such as blood and walker insides. My pants frayed at the edges. Yep, I needed these.
Checking that Louis wasn't around, (he wasn't even downstairs, which I found a tiny part of me worrying that he was lost somewhere in this massive town) I slipped off my own T-shirt, an offensive odour coming off my own skin as I did.
Maybe they had showers here?
I slipped on a oversized, grey T-shirt, which looked surprisingly clean, as well a small hole at the bottom. I changed my small pants to a pair of dark jeans, which was a bit too tight on my hips, and finished it off with black leather jacket, which had bits peeling off. But I heard somewhere that walkers can't bite through leather. I mean, from the way the town protects themselves, I shouldn't be worrying. But I was too used to the same routine of being safe. I picked up the big gumboots, the black laces long. I sighed. My own shoes were falling apart; why not?
I walked outside, and I chattered. God, it was fucking freezing. I saw that other people in the town (unfamiliar, of course) were dressed in warm clothes, some holding tools as they walked; hoes, axes, even rifles and other weapons.
I was...starving. That's what I wanted...food.
"Excuse me?" I asked a civilian who walked past, his hood drawn over his head. He turned to look at me, his expression unreadable. "Do you know...like, is there a mess hall here?"
The man smiled, and nodded.
"The break room is in the middle of the community, in between the glass house, and the West outpost." He vaguely pointed in a direction. Although I was confused, and would probably get lost, I nodded.
"Thanks." I spoke, and walked off, looking out for something else that would indicate my destination. Before I decided to ask someone else for directions, I saw a glass house, tall and shaped like a regular house. That must be the glass house; ripe green plants growing inside, a few people working this early in the morning.
I walked past it, and saw what would be the only source of housing in this entire place that wasn't a container; a large, hall like structure that had people, even children, walk into. I followed after.
As I walked into the foreign building, I was hit with warm air. I sighed, and saw large rows of tables up and down the large hall, the roof made of glass, the morning light shining in.
"Fuck..." I murmured underneath my breath. I walked further forward, when I saw people familiar to me.
I saw Louis first; his hair making it obvious as he sat on the fair side, facing away from me. And then Clementine...her hat not on her head, revealing her gorgeous curls. And AJ, curiously engaging in conversation.
I smiled to myself, and began making my way over there, Clementine turning to face me.
"Violet!" She smiled, as I sat down beside her. "Louis said he wanted to wait for you, but he was too hungry."
Louis smiled, and looked down at his meal; an unappetising collection of green scrambled eggs, as well as soup of some sort.
"That's okay." I said. "I probably would've smacked him for waking me up."
AJ poked at his food, eating a fork full of the eggs, but his face said it was as bad as it looked.
"Not good?" Clem asked AJ, as she lifted a metal can of corn to herself. AJ shook his head a little.
"Tastes funny." AJ spoke, his mouth still full.
"I never thought we'd finally end up in a place where we get to picky about our food." I said, and tried the eggs for myself. The warm flavour dissolved into a strange kick of spice. I hastily swallowed.
"I wish we still had Omar's cooking." I said, and took the can that Clementine was holding out towards me.

Gabe
I leaned against the poor sofa, the furniture giving off a musky smell as I cradled into what was supposed to be my new home. But I didn't believe them when they said it they were going to help me...they were going to give me what I want.
Sure, I want to be safe, and not worry about meurtos threatening to rip me apart.
But this would never be my home.
Sure, I have Clementine, who, I have developed rare feelings for over the years after she left. I have AJ, who honestly has reminded me of the post apocalyptic universe, and how people, even children as young as AJ, have evolved with it.
But I don't have my Dad, who I longed for most of my life. What made that easier to deal with was Javi...him being there eased the pain.
I don't have Javi, who, yes, wasn't my Dad, but he might as well been. He cared, and trusted me with big calls. And for the longest time, he was the only family I had left. Until it was all taken away by-
I clenched my fist at the thought of that man. Of course. Of course Jerome would shoot my Uncle dead, for seeing through his deceptive plans. But I made sure he couldn't hurt anymore people.
No. No this place didn't give me what I wanted.