Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 70: There's nothing to fix between us.

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(DAY 079) Our date went well. I mean, it was a week ago, but still. We went for a walk and had dinner at a little food place in town. Then we went back home and drank a little bit, not much, played a couple card games, fooled around, then sat up talking for another hour before we went to sleep. It was a really nice night, one of the best ones yet.

I haven't explained much about how Woodbury works. It kinda functions like a normal town, we just don't use money anymore and instead trade for things. We obviously have a few extra additions, like the guards and the wall around the place, as well as going out for more supplies, but inside the walls, it kinda functions the same. That was why Phillip freaked out when the fire happened. He wants to keep Woodbury like a normal town, but a normal town would've been able to get a firetruck down there ASAP. He was upset with himself because he had missed an important detail, but I really didn't think it was his fault so much that he had to stress as much as he did. No one in town had training in firefighting, so it wasn't like he could keep that type of thing going anyway. Even if he had thought of it at the beginning of the apocalypse and tried to get a team going, he couldn't. Same with police, or anything like that. The world was changed, and some things weren't possible to hold onto.

But anyway, things aren't too different from pre-apocalyptic times. For one, you would expect from all the movies and games that things would be dark and bloody, scary, that we'd all be struggling to find a meal or get a good night's sleep, but living hasn't frayed much from the normal. Again, we just added a few precautions and lost a couple. I have a feeling it isn't like that everywhere, though.

We're still waiting to hear the news that it's gone global. We still have little-to-no knowledge about how it started or where it is yet, anything like that. I don't know, but we're all waiting for it. Hopefully, when it gets big, they'll start sending out professionals to rescue people or get some sort of rescue thing going. Maybe then I'll get to see the Dixons again.

Signing out, 
Corynn Elaine August (Jenner)
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I looked down the length of the bridge at everyone working. I wasn't sure they needed my supervision, but it was my job either way. We wanted this bridge done as fast as possible without any mishaps. I was part of making sure it went smoothly.

I was still keeping track of days, though I hadn't written in my journal since the war ended, pretty much. I didn't often have anything to right. Most of the time, anything I felt like putting into words was about Eddie growing and that didn't seem relevant in a history book.

It had been 35 days since the trip we took to the museum. We had been working on the bridge since then, trying to repair it so travel would be easier between the communities. I wanted all of us to be united, even the Saviors if they so pleased. A lot of them didn't, obviously, because a good few had deserted the construction zone and pretty much went on a permanent strike. We needed the Saviors' help, though.

I took my eyes off the bridge work for a moment to view our makeshift camp in the woods, just a bit away. We had formed a sort of settlement next to the work zone to make construction easier and cut down on travel time for those that were here many days in a row. I was here a lot lately. I went back home every few days to check on the boys but they almost encouraged me getting out more. Clark was usually here with me, too. He was a construction worker before all of this so it only made sense that he was practically in charge of this whole operation.

In the camp, I saw Shane and a savior named DJ sat down together. Seeing Shane reminded me of the last I had really talked to him, which was right after the museum trip. We saw each other here pretty often but we hadn't really talked. He made attempts to, most of which I almost fell for, but I continued to pull myself away from him before I gave into my urges. I hadn't fully cleared things with Daryl. I hadn't talked to him much, either. Either way, I had feelings for both of them and didn't want to be with one and still like the other. Doing that would be wrong.