16 parts Complete Mature{s e a s o n 1 - 2}
{t h e w a l k i n g d e a d}
in the distance past the checkouts i spot a man roughly in his 40s sitting on a seat. he's slumped over, elbows resting on knees, his head hung low, shoulders rigid and unmoving; his short brown hair sticks to his forehead, sweat glistening under the bright lights of the mall, his chest is heaving like he's just ran a marathon and desperate for air.
he glances up, eyes shooting across each individual figure rapidly, his eyebrows furrowed and cheeks flushed.
his eyes keep dancing across each figure, looking at each one for just a second before bouncing to the next.
soon enough his eyes catch mine, gaze locked onto me, no longer bouncing from person to person.
he stares like he can see straight through me, like i'm not even here; my mouth dries, tongue suddenly heavy as a dart my eyes away before looking back at him again.
he just stares.
he looks ravenous.
