So today I’m off and enjoying the weekend with my boyfriend so I won’t be writing much.
And we went to take a walk through the woods today after running some errands and we ran into a wild deer. I’ve never seen one in the wild before and it was an awesome experience. We almost walked past it until I looked back to my left and saw the beautiful doe. It stared at us for a little before bouncing off through the woods again.
Now to play some video games and head over to a party afterwards. Have a good day/night everyone! Take a moment to appreciate the little things in life and have fun.
I stared up at the man wearing an eyepatch and I reached out to him while I groaned in pain. I had been bitten by a wild dog and couldn’t move at all, my leg was tattered and I had a bite wound on the side of my hip.
"Looks like you’re not doing too well," the man said.
"Who are you?" I asked softly.
"They call me the Governor. But I’m no one to you," he said, aiming the gun at me.
"Please, I can be of use. It’s not a walker bite, it’s a fucking dog bite. Please don’t shoot me," I said softly. He took the safety off of it, not moving the gun away.
"Sorry sweetheart, I can’t trust that," he said easily.
"Please…" I started to cry, realizing he was going to shoot me. "Please don’t shoot me." He held the gun next to my head as I tried to lash out at him, but he held my hands down and shook his head.
"I’m putting you out of your misery," he said.
"No, fuck! Please!" I started to thrash now, kicking him with my good leg and trying to get away. He chuckled softly and licked his lips.
"You’re better off dead darlin’." A shot, and that was the end of my life.
He had lost him mind, and there wasn’t anything I could do.
"Please don’t hurt those people," I begged Philip, but he wouldn’t listen while he sat there reloading all his guns, getting ready for a fight to end the peace between them.
"We need the prison," he muttered and I shook my head.
"No we don’t, we have somewhere to stay, we’re safe where we are. Please Philip!" I begged him.
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" he yelled at me, turning towards me.
"This isn’t about us anymore, it’s about everyone and everything going around us. How am I supposed to keep you safe if you won’t let me do my job?" I trembled frightened, knowing perfectly well what he was capable of. This was the end, and deep inside I knew we were going to regret it.
"Hey, I need to talk to you," Shane said as he came walking up to me. I looked at him questioning, wondering what his big deal was.
"What’s up sweety?" I asked softly.
"I heard you been talkin’ to those damn rednecks. Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked while he crossed his arms in front of his chest. I raised my eyebrow questioning.
"Are you serious? I told them that if they were planning on robbing the damn camp they better get the fuck out of here before I put a bullet in their brains. Don’t start believing those rumors Shane, you know we don’t deal with that shit," I said, reloading my shotgun and getting annoyed by his slight attack. I understood why, he had always been the jealous type. Especially when it came to guys that had a big mouth, like the older Dixon who had yelled obscenities more than once the past few days.
"What are you gonna do with that?" he asked easily.
"Shoot ‘em in the knee cap if they try anything funny of course." Shane smiled slightly while he shook his head.
"That’s my girl," he said, kissing me on top of my head and walking off again to do his own duties. Being the deputy’s girlfriend had taught me some tricks too, he had nothing to worry about.
"Ma’am. Ma’am! Please remain calm," the man in front of me said. His badge showed that he was the sheriff’s deputy but that didn’t put me to ease at all. There were bodies scattered throughout the halls of the office building he found me in, blood was everywhere.
"Get me the hell out of here!" I cried as he helped me up and grabbed me by my shoulders. He looked deep into my eyes and told me to breathe.
"Listen to me. We don’t know each other, but I promise you I’m going to keep you safe. I’m going to get you out of here and we’re gonna find a safe spot. Now remain calm. I won’t leave you behind. I’m here now."
"Remember that time we went horseback riding and you got kicked off and you swore to never ride again? Well, it’s time to jump back on the horse," Michonne told me as we walked into the stable and finding two beautiful horses who had been living off whatever they could find in their surroundings. We needed something to get back to the prison.
"Yeah, and I remember you laughing your ass off too," I said bitterly as I held my distance from the animals.
"Let’s go woman," she told me, giving me a playful push. I sighed and knew she was right, hell, if I could kill walkers I should be able to ride a damn horse.
The hooded figure whom was followed by two chained walkers came at me slowly. My heart pounded and felt like it was about to leap out of my throat as I scrambled backwards and hit my back against a tree, not being able to go anywhere. The figure kneeled before me, pulled back her hood revealing a beautiful woman.
"Don’t kill me," I begged softly, not knowing what she was planning.
"Get up," she told me strictly, her dark eyes staring into mine.
"You need to keep moving, let’s go." I didn’t hesitate as she lead the way, seeing how a hoard of walkers were following up behind us.
I held the crying mother in my arms late at night, whispering soothing words and rubbing her back. Her nightmares still came late at night, when she least expected them. She had never gotten over the loss of Sophia, even if she did build a wall around her and grown more emotionless. She had become stronger, but even the strongest soul carries a guilty concience.
"I’m here Carol, I’m not going anywhere."
"I can’t remember when it started," I admitted to Carol softly. "At first he said it was an accident, but it happened more often. He got angrier." Carol looked into my eyes, understanding every word I said.
"He told me it wouldn’t happen anymore. He loved me and I was the one who could change him. He wanted me to help him. But I couldn’t… I…" I started to cry thinking back to my abusive ex boyfriend.
"It was never your fault, so don’t blame yourself. I’ve been married to the bastard for a few years and it was never my fault either. They’re the ones that need to know better, we were just victims of being blinded by love."
"You like her, don’t you Daryl?" Beth asked him. He grunted, trying to avoid the subject but the young girl stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and smiled.
"You do! I see you watching her all the time. You were the first person to go to her aid when she had hurt herself. You like her and you know it Mr. Dixon," she said with a wide smile on her face.
"What of it?" he mumbled.
"Well go talk to her, go kiss her! You ain’t gonna find another girl like her out there!"