She hadn't slept in days. The soft mattress lying beneath her seemed harsher than the world around her now. Being surrounded by metal walls didn't make reality any easier to ignore - though the envied those who did. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fully mask the awful truth that living was no longer a priority, surviving was. The view from her window provided nothing but masses of greenery for miles, masking the crowds of 'walkers' that undoubtedly wondered beneath. Still, it was better than watching the people around her pretend that living a normal life was still possible; the old times were gone, being alive wasn't enough to exist in this world anymore.
Giving up was something that didn't arrive naturally to her and yet, in her final moments she felt nothing short of defeat. The gun she held in her hands barely shook. She knew what she had to do - what she assuredly would have had to do but now that the time had finally arrived, she was surprised to find herself completely calm. Not a single cell in her body was scared. Nobody should be scared of death anymore...it was inevitable. Everything is this new world was pre-determined. Though nothing had a set path, the outcome would surely be the same; death.
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as she ran the slick exterior of her gun across her soft cheek. Since shit hit the fan, she had been waiting for this moment. Finally, she could reunite with the little girl she let down so long ago. She could hold her in her arms again and embrace the very thing she needed. So, with nothing but pure peace, the gun was brought to her temple and her finger pressed the trigger.
Finally.
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When the dead roam - (Daryl Dixon)
FanfictionNot a single cell in her body was scared. Nobody should be scared of death anymore; it's inevitable. Each direction you took still ended with a dead body. Another loved one to bury and mourn. In the end, death is the only certain aspect of life.
