❝last man standing doesn't matter when it's a pile of bodies you're standing on. so you fight but you be good.❞
[twd seasons 1-?]
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chapter thirty two: the talk 3716 words
As she had expected, Lin was indeed on fence watch with Carol and Carl. With the both of them on the ground, Lin took to the tower. It let her cast her eyes over the whole of the prison, the yard and beyond. It let her watch over everything with her bow. Would it be more practical if she had the rile? Absolutely. Each time she thought about it only made her miss Daryl more.
She leaned her elbows onto the rail, shifted her weight forward onto them. She missed Daryl, more than she could say, but wow she missed her rifle and her arrows. Lin plucked at her bowstring across her chest, reminded herself it was still there.
The morning was quiet, almost worryingly so. Walkers almost seemed to forget that the prison was there. The fences were clear and the forests surrounding were silent. It made Lin, Carol and Carl's jobs simultaneously easier and harder. No walkers meant no current threats to worry about, nothing to fight for once. But it also meant hours of down time doing nothing more than sitting and watching.
The silence of the day meant that Lin could hear Carol and Carl's conversation below. Carol spoke of how loud the world before used to be, how the air was permeated thick with traffic and construction, constant noise and air pollution. Like the night before, she thought she wanted the silence. Now, she wasn't so sure.
"What I wouldn't give for the sweet sound of a jumbo jet," Carol mused all in good fun, eyes tipped to the sky just past the guard tower. Carl chuckled and his reply yanked on Lin's heart.
"It'd be even sweeter if we were all on it." That would be sweet, but where would they go? Were there places untouched by the dead, home to still thriving life and civilization? Or was the world truly fucked? Lin wanted to know but she felt as if she already knew the answer to her own question.
"Your mom was proud of you." It was perhaps exactly the thing Lin hadn't been expecting and it made her tilt her head down to see how Carl was going to react. Carol spoke the truth more than anything. Lori was infinitely proud of her son. But Carl couldn't believe her.
"For what? Being mean to her?" Carl had acted on his emotions in the moment; they all had. He'd said some stuff he regretted but they'd all done that.
"No, you can't think about that," Carol told him. Lin wanted to comfort her nephew but from where she stood, it was only Carol that could do that. And as much as Lin wanted to wrap her nephew up and hide him away from everything until he was older, she couldn't. Comforting him, however, was the least she could do. Lin pushed away from the railing, opened the door to the tower room to maker her way down the stairs. As she did, Carl and Carol's conversation was promptly cut short by the sound of a car approaching.
"Please be them," Carl whispered. As the car rounded the bend, came into view, Lin pushed the tower door open. And she was instantly confused as to why her watch partners were running to open the gate. The car that carried their people home pulled through the gate and in wake of her relief at them returning, Lin darted around the car to help Carol close the gate, narrowing avoiding the walkers drawn to all the noise as they stuck their rotting hands through the links of the fence.
