This Is Our World Now -A Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen- Breakfast Picnic

Benji and I don't seperate for the next day and a half. It is so unreal that he is alive, here, that I couldn't let him leave my sight, because I was afraid he wouldn't come back. I had an amazing feeling in me that only comes from getting back a piece of you that you thought was lost.

The group Benji was with invited us into the airport. They are very hospitable, which we'd feared they wouldn't be, but so far they have given us space in one of the garages they've opened up for our trucks, and they've shared their food and water and space. It is so much warmer in the building, too

Tonight, we are happily camping in small circles around little solar-powered lanterns. We talk quietly amongst ourselves. Mr. Canello starts talking to the unofficial leader of Benji's group, then man who offered all this to us, Joe Wood. He shares the story of how the group arrived at the airport.

"Back when we had only been in lockdown for a couple months, we had a breach, and the roamers began pouring into the school. The trucks weren't ready, no supplies ready, but we had to leave. I think five or six trucks left, but only ours made it. The others got stuck or overrun here. The driver of my truck owns....or owned...his own plane, so he knew how to fly it, and that reflected on his driving. One of the reasons my truck made it here. The place was overrun when we got here- it was terrible. But we knew we had to make it work, so slowly, wr fought our way into the buildjng, closing off every place we hadn't gotten yet. Eventually we cleared it out, found the massive food stockpile, and began making a life again. I'd estimate that happened about nine months ago?"

That seems right to me, that was around the time Benji's school was reported as overrun. I wrap my arm around Benji, who is basically stuck to my side. I also slip my arm through Danny's, who is sitting next to me. We are all huddled up in sleeping bags, and frankly, it is the most comfortable that I have been in weeks. Eventually it is lights-out, and I lay down and drop off into a deep sleep.

•*•*•*•

The next morning, I wake refreshed and rested, and I think that my whole group does as well. Mr. Canello and Joe Wood really must have hit it off, because they are already sitting off to the side in some ratty old airport chairs, talking. They seem to have been that way for a while.

"...still here?" I hear Mr. C ask.

"Yes...could probably...us if we really wanted..." I hear fragments of Joe's answer.

"If we...a plane...working condition...could go..."

"My driver...help fix it I'm sure...where...go though?"

"I'm not sure....safe but I know...CDC....Atlanta held out well," says Mr. C.

"Well if we...working then I say...go."

The conversation ends and they both walk over to the table where breakfast is being served. I pull myself out of my sleeping bag and head over there, too. I smile when I see Benji and Danny goofing around together. It's a sweet sight, and after I get my food, I go join them.

"Hey guys," I say as I plop down next to them.

"Hi Annie!" Chirps Benji. Danny tossles my brother's already messy hair and shoots me a smile. I return it, and we eat a leisurely breakfast, laughing and talking like the world isn't full of flesh-eating ex-humans. In this place, you can almost forget that the roamers exist.

After an hour of this brunch-airport-picnic, we finally decide to clean up. I glance at a clock and see that it reads 9:00. I sigh, realizing that means wewill probably have to start doing chores or tasks of some kind, per usual, but Mr. Canello and Joe Wood stand up unexpectedly.

"Can everyone please gather around? Mr. Wood and I have some news to share with you all."

Mr. Canello nods at Joe and he continues,

"We are flying to Atlanta."