I wake up to the sound of a walker banging on the window.
I stand up and close the shade, looking over at promise, whose still asleep. I sneak past her, walking into the kitchen quietly. I grab my backpack and turn around, walking back into the front room where I sit down on the couch. I pull out my granola bar that I found yesterday, quietly tearing open the top of the wrapper. I should save half for promise. I take half of the granola bar and wrap up the other half, shoving it back in my bag. I break off a piece of my granola bar, placing it into my mouth. It tastes like apple cinnamon. A little stale, but still apple cinnamon.
Promise mumbles in her sleep quietly, but i can't tell what she's saying. She soon returns to her slow, quiet breathing. I look up at the broken clock on the wall, wondering what time I really is. It's probably around seven.
"Jo?" promise says, siting up.
"Oh. Hi." I say, looking over at her.
"Your usually up after me." Promise replies.
"I know."
"Did you have a bad dream or something?" promise questions, looking at me.
"No." I shake my head.
Promise nods.
I open up my bag, taking out the half eaten granola bar. I hand it to promise, and she grabs it as she smiles.
"Where did you find this?" She asks, grinning widely.
"Yesterday. When we raided that house." I say, tucking my hair behind my ears.
"I used to love these" she says, taking a bite.
I smile, closing my bag up again.
"So. Now the big question." Promise says, taking another bite of her granola bar.
I nod.
"Are we gonna stay here, or leave?"
I think about it for a Minute, then I look outside at the walkers, and back at her.
"Well we need to find a group. But I think that we should go out for a run, and then stay here another night or two."
"Okay. Then that's what we'll do." Promise replies.
I stand up, folding up my blanket and stuffing it into my bag.
"You wanna go now?" I ask, pulling out my gun, checking the ammo.
Promise nods, doing the same.
I head to the front door, opening it as I aim my gun towards the walkers.
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Hope is all we have || {twd} ➳ book one of the hope series
FanfictionJoelle smith. At fourteen years old, her and a group of friends are struggling. Fighting. But not through exactly what you would think. when joelle was eleven, a wave of sickness took over the town, wiping out half of the earths population. As Joel...
