Fear The Walking Dead S8 | Troy Otto x Cristine Gerard (OC)
Troy was dead-murdered.
Cristine had clung to a flimsy thread of her reality through her connection with the ones she was returning to- her current small family unit, her grounding source in an otherwise chaotic existence. Yet, here Troy was, defying the narrative of her fractured reality. Cristine's heart pumped hard, and conflicting emotions drowned her senses. She had endured years of solitude, crafting a facade of resilience, and now, faced with his supposed face, her mind rejected the implausible truth.
"This isn't real," Cristine blurted out, her voice laced with desperate denial. The fragility of her mental state, often masked by a stoic survivor persona she had unveiled in full, unraveled in the face of this impossible. "You're not real. "Attempting to escape, Cristine recoiled, trying to distance herself from the phantom holding her captive that defied the logic of her grief-stricken existence. "You're dead." Sheer panic gripped her, an overwhelming surge of fear that clawed at the edges of her consciousness. The very fabric of reality seemed to unravel, and as if caught in a relentless undertow, Cristine struggled against the tide. She suddenly kicked her feet, startling Troy as if trying to dispel an illusion. Breathing became a precious commodity, the air growing thin as panic tightened its grip around her throat. Cristine gasped for air, her chest constricting in the throes of a panic attack. Darkness threatened to engulf her, both in and out.
I ran as fast as my feet would carry me. My lungs gasped for oxygen. I knew I had to stop, but he could still be following me.
I pushed myself harder. I needed to get away, far away. From him. From this.
I remember I just woke up one day, and went to work as usual.
I drove my squad car around town on patrol, but I saw bodies. Bodies everywhere. They were dead bodies, but they weren't still on the ground. They were walking around. As if they had re-animated.
I shook away the memories from the day it started all those weeks ago and focused on my running. It was almost sunrise and I figured I could stop soon. As soon as I knew I was safe.
But I know now that I had fooled myself. In this new world, you can never be safe.
I'm Katie Greene, and this is the apocalypse.