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Wither [Negan]
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Last published Sat, Jun 1, 2019
with·er
/ˈwiT͟Hər/
verb
1.
(of a plant) become dry and shriveled.
"the grass had withered to an unappealing brown"
synonyms:wilt, become limp, droop, fade
(INTRO)
Sudden chills had scattered across my back from the cold nights wind, slithering up my ragged clothing against my bare spine. My skin prickled, missing the warmth back in Alexandria, the thoughts of being back at home made me shutter, closing my eyes tighter, even with just these thoughts it felt as if I was there right now.
I didn't want to open my eyes.
I know what reality awaits me.
Right in front of my eyes there will be nothing but darkness and the moaning gruesome sounds of the dead dragging across the dried leaves in the darkened forest.
I clung onto my clothes, my eyes too tired and cold to weep.
I'm going to die, I thought.
The vision of the fireplace in my wonderful home became brighter.
My ears rang with horns...
Horns...
Suddenly the lights flared at me causing my body to jerk wide awake from my heavenly dream.
It wasn't the fireplace that brightened.
It was a vehicle, a big loading truck...?
I blinked, made sure I wasn't dreaming again, until I heard a voice.
I must be crazy.
I rubbed my eyes and blinked again to see a figure, standing right in front of me with his back slightly leaned back sluggishly.
"Well I'll be damned."
His breathe hit against my frozen cheeks causing me to get goosebumps all over my arms to the very tip of my ears, causing them to redden
I wasn't scared.
"Where'd you come from?" They spoke.
I opened my dried lips only to let out... nothing.
Speak, just speak.
They stared, turned to the vehicle waving his hand motioning them something I couldn't comprehend.
"I suggest you either come with me or die out here little lady."
They lended a hand out to me.
No hesitation.
I grabbed for it
Warmth please.
"You're with us now."
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