Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 17:22:51 GMT -5
Fable dreamed.....but it wasn't of her undead mother again. But Mark. Dying despite everyone's attempts at saving him. And she couldn't kill him....she could feel the crush of his teeth on her skin, the vacant look in his eyes. She awoke with a start, her breathing fast and eyes wide. Immediately she sat up straighter so that she could better see Mark. She waited....watching the rise and fall of his chest until her own heart stopped hammering against her chest wall. She had caused him so much pain.....so much that he would have never had to deal with if she had just left. But she had been selfish....staying because she wanted to be near him. Because she didn't want to be alone.
She leaned over a bit to try to glimpse his bullet wound but stopped short. Her breath sucked between clamped teeth as her arms curled around her stomach....It was hard telling what color it was now....or if it had possibly hit her lower ribs. But unlike Marks wounds hers weren't deadly. She had been the lucky one and the whole incident had been her fault. She remained frozen for a few minutes, trying to wait for the pain to subside....but it didn't. She looked over to see that the leader of the group was asleep....was that? She looked down at her empty bag and couldn't help but smile at the sight of the content pup with his little plump belly. Poor thing....first it had been tied for who knows what reason, sacrifice maybe? Those men had been insane. And then she had drug it all over the place....bumping into walls, her thigh, the door, and a million other things. But he seemed content now. Curled up near the sleeping man with what looked like and empty can of dog food near it.
She forced herself upwards, biting back a whimper when she stood and straightened out. She glanced at the group but didn't let her eyes linger on anyone, not really knowing what to say. Her gaze shifted to outside where she could see the occasional walkers head bobbing above the multitude of things stacked against the doors and windows. She wondered if Mark would wake up soon.....if he would wake up at all.....
She was only a few feet from him when she glanced back over her shoulder to watch his breathing again. Afraid of the possibilities at this point.
She leaned over a bit to try to glimpse his bullet wound but stopped short. Her breath sucked between clamped teeth as her arms curled around her stomach....It was hard telling what color it was now....or if it had possibly hit her lower ribs. But unlike Marks wounds hers weren't deadly. She had been the lucky one and the whole incident had been her fault. She remained frozen for a few minutes, trying to wait for the pain to subside....but it didn't. She looked over to see that the leader of the group was asleep....was that? She looked down at her empty bag and couldn't help but smile at the sight of the content pup with his little plump belly. Poor thing....first it had been tied for who knows what reason, sacrifice maybe? Those men had been insane. And then she had drug it all over the place....bumping into walls, her thigh, the door, and a million other things. But he seemed content now. Curled up near the sleeping man with what looked like and empty can of dog food near it.
She forced herself upwards, biting back a whimper when she stood and straightened out. She glanced at the group but didn't let her eyes linger on anyone, not really knowing what to say. Her gaze shifted to outside where she could see the occasional walkers head bobbing above the multitude of things stacked against the doors and windows. She wondered if Mark would wake up soon.....if he would wake up at all.....
She was only a few feet from him when she glanced back over her shoulder to watch his breathing again. Afraid of the possibilities at this point.