Post by Deborah Solbakk on Apr 21, 2016 18:00:02 GMT -5
Another small town to be searched through. That was the only thing she seemed to do since that night in Maine. A women in jeans and a plain green button up walked on slowly, breathing calm, pace was steady but her mind wondered else where. No not on the herd of walkers she was navigating through with ease. Thanks to the.. To the two walkers she had 'domesticated' in what felt like minutes but we're months. A women much prettier then Deborah and a man sharing the same wedding ring as Deb. Their names were Ivar and Aubrey and they were dead. All because of the man's want to have his cake and eat it to. Well that and the knife sheathed on her left thigh. The two deceased have came to be very useful in their current state. They no longer snapped and groaned to have a taste of her flesh, all they did now was walk in front of her disgusting the scent of her very alive and beating heart.
Deborah stopped her seemingly endless trek in front of a small quaint store. Motherly Materials: The sign read clear that it was a store for new mothers. She knew it was a very bad idea to enter that building but some driving force made her shaking hand grip that door handle. It clicked and everything seemed to change in scenery. Click.
Things started to fade into the present after that. Deborah was now standing in the baby store with her mind back in place. No tears came to surface at the horrific flashback though, it was just another horrible chapter in the women's meek life. She gave the rope a tug and the two corpses moved forward along with her. Three pairs of dead eyes looked at the shells with no particular interest. Could someone become the undead while alive? Only time would tell.
Deborah stopped her seemingly endless trek in front of a small quaint store. Motherly Materials: The sign read clear that it was a store for new mothers. She knew it was a very bad idea to enter that building but some driving force made her shaking hand grip that door handle. It clicked and everything seemed to change in scenery. Click.
The doorknob turning allowed for her to walk on in. Unlike the usual store she had been expecting to see. She was back in the place she wanted to forget so desperately. Light brown eyes watched a man sleeping in bed peacefully next to an equally attractive women resting her head comfortably on his chest. The sound of their breathing seemed so soothing and calm in contrast to Deborah's ragged breathing and shaking knuckled hand turning white from the grip on the shovels handle. Had she really stood their for hours they would have awoken so it must have been mere minutes for the events unfolded.
The revolver found earlier after finding her long lost husband earlier was in the other hand. Time went by so slow that the pulling of the trigger and that moment of fear in Ivars eyes at the click of the safety going off meshed together. Silence was far gone by that point their was only the screams of Aubrey. The other female tried to lash out at Aubrey most likely in defense of her own life and the life of the unborn child in her stomach. The life she had so kindly mention to Deborah and Ivar after Deborah's foot made contact with her belly in anger.
It was an easy fight to win in the end. Deb had managed to pull the women out of the bed after a few minutes of intense struggle. With the first few swings of the blunt end of the shove directed at the women's body in no specific manner Aubrey kept trying to fight. Everything was tinted red in the eyes of the enraged wife starting down at the pleading Aubrey in the end. Their was a moment of clarity for Deb as she knelt beside the very bruised and battered whore. "Please.. The baby.." Was all that understandable. The curly haired women then stood up back up with a almost saddened expression. Now fueled by sadness more then the rage. "You get my husband. You get my marriage.. You get my baby.. And now you want to get my pity?" She let out sigh that expressed her now growing sadness. "No" It was uttered through the scorned women's dainty lips before the blunt end of her shovel was slammed against Aubrey's body a final time..
Things started to fade into the present after that. Deborah was now standing in the baby store with her mind back in place. No tears came to surface at the horrific flashback though, it was just another horrible chapter in the women's meek life. She gave the rope a tug and the two corpses moved forward along with her. Three pairs of dead eyes looked at the shells with no particular interest. Could someone become the undead while alive? Only time would tell.