Post by Remy LaCroix on Aug 23, 2016 10:38:38 GMT -5
Remy left the docks where Arden was, leaving him to fish alone and just blow off some steam. He was already starting to calm down when she left, taking the bucket to head into the woods and collect wild blackberries. She tried to remember where to find them, knowing the bushes that were planted so long ago when they were kids were planted at the edge of the property. She didn't know if her aunt had planted them or if one of the neighbors did, but they always reaped the rewards of the thick, juicy berries when they were kids. Her, Ellie and Amarie would go in search of them, stealing them off the bushes and eating them until they felt like they were going to burst. It was something the girls did and they bonded down by the bushes, talking about boys, music, and dreams.
Amarie had her secret admirations of her cousin Arden although she really hated to admit how much she liked him. They could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him. She softened up and got really quiet and awkward around Arden, who barely noticed. Ellie dreamed about running away and making her way in a big city. Ellie wanted to go to Paris to find out more about her family, believing that she would marry a French prince after discovering royal blood in her. She had dreams of going to college and being a doctor and although part of that dream came true, she was no world famous doctor and she was okay with that.
As she mulled over these memories of what they wanted to be and where they ended up, she found it ironic that so far Amarie was the one that got her wish. Although it seemed like her and Arden may have been sleeping together since she came here, she still wasn't quite sure. She would find time to get to the bottom of that when she got back from picking berries. If Amarie was gone, then maybe Ellie would know.
As she got closer to the bushes, she could see the plump, black berries that were left. Some had been picked clean by the birds, but there were still plenty that lurched over the fenceline and strangled out other plants. She knew now was the time to pick them before the fall killed everything off and she hoped they could find something to preserve the berries with. She was still a city girl and had no idea how to make that happen. The most she knew was how to buy preserves off the grocery store shelves. She kneeled down before the bush and started plucking them away knowing how far these berries would go. She quietly worked, stopping only to hear sounds in the trees and looking up to make sure there was nothing coming down on top of her. Other then the sounds of the birds, there was nothing else.
At least, for now.
She took her time as time was all she seemed to have. In a way, she was hoping Owen would come looking for her, but she knew there were other things he wanted to do. He wanted to help Amarie and he wanted to make sure his sister was safely housed with Damon. She didn't mind. As long as he was back by nightfall that's all that mattered. Their relationship was private and she wanted to keep it that way, even if Arden said he would hurt her. The words he spoke cut and made her think about Owen a little differently. Would he hurt her? Would he do it on purpose and what if another girl he longed for came along? Would she just be yesterday's news? He made a promise to be with her and that he would never leave, but what if Arden was right? She hated the questions that were raised by her cousin now.
As she sat pondering these illusions in her mind, the sound of shuffling and a low, female type growl filled the air. She hadn't been paying much attention to the sounds now as her thoughts drowned out everything around her and that put her in a dangerous spot. When she blindly turned her head, she saw the dress dangling, ripped and muddy and bare feet skirting away dead and dried leaves. The skin on the ankles was hanging off, rotting at the knees and she nearly knocked the bucket over as she was caught off guard, scrambling back as she grabbed the machete off her belt.
She was able to quickly get away from the figure that was looming towards her but as she looked up, she saw the scrawny, dead hands with rotting fingernails reaching for her. She saw the dress that was once vibrant, dulled by weather and death. She saw the face and the eyes that were once so filled with life now silver, red and gone. Fear turned to horror and horror into pain as she saw this woman. She knew this woman. This walker. Mom.
"Momma?"
Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she could feel each beat feeling like it would break right through her ribcage and leap out to the ground for her mother to devour. "Momma..." Her eyes were blurred by the sting of tears the immediately rose and burned down her cheeks like lava pouring from an exploding volcano. Her voice dipped to a whisper as she got further away and stood up, blade in hand. "Momma, it's me.."
Amarie had her secret admirations of her cousin Arden although she really hated to admit how much she liked him. They could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him. She softened up and got really quiet and awkward around Arden, who barely noticed. Ellie dreamed about running away and making her way in a big city. Ellie wanted to go to Paris to find out more about her family, believing that she would marry a French prince after discovering royal blood in her. She had dreams of going to college and being a doctor and although part of that dream came true, she was no world famous doctor and she was okay with that.
As she mulled over these memories of what they wanted to be and where they ended up, she found it ironic that so far Amarie was the one that got her wish. Although it seemed like her and Arden may have been sleeping together since she came here, she still wasn't quite sure. She would find time to get to the bottom of that when she got back from picking berries. If Amarie was gone, then maybe Ellie would know.
As she got closer to the bushes, she could see the plump, black berries that were left. Some had been picked clean by the birds, but there were still plenty that lurched over the fenceline and strangled out other plants. She knew now was the time to pick them before the fall killed everything off and she hoped they could find something to preserve the berries with. She was still a city girl and had no idea how to make that happen. The most she knew was how to buy preserves off the grocery store shelves. She kneeled down before the bush and started plucking them away knowing how far these berries would go. She quietly worked, stopping only to hear sounds in the trees and looking up to make sure there was nothing coming down on top of her. Other then the sounds of the birds, there was nothing else.
At least, for now.
She took her time as time was all she seemed to have. In a way, she was hoping Owen would come looking for her, but she knew there were other things he wanted to do. He wanted to help Amarie and he wanted to make sure his sister was safely housed with Damon. She didn't mind. As long as he was back by nightfall that's all that mattered. Their relationship was private and she wanted to keep it that way, even if Arden said he would hurt her. The words he spoke cut and made her think about Owen a little differently. Would he hurt her? Would he do it on purpose and what if another girl he longed for came along? Would she just be yesterday's news? He made a promise to be with her and that he would never leave, but what if Arden was right? She hated the questions that were raised by her cousin now.
As she sat pondering these illusions in her mind, the sound of shuffling and a low, female type growl filled the air. She hadn't been paying much attention to the sounds now as her thoughts drowned out everything around her and that put her in a dangerous spot. When she blindly turned her head, she saw the dress dangling, ripped and muddy and bare feet skirting away dead and dried leaves. The skin on the ankles was hanging off, rotting at the knees and she nearly knocked the bucket over as she was caught off guard, scrambling back as she grabbed the machete off her belt.
She was able to quickly get away from the figure that was looming towards her but as she looked up, she saw the scrawny, dead hands with rotting fingernails reaching for her. She saw the dress that was once vibrant, dulled by weather and death. She saw the face and the eyes that were once so filled with life now silver, red and gone. Fear turned to horror and horror into pain as she saw this woman. She knew this woman. This walker. Mom.
"Momma?"
Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she could feel each beat feeling like it would break right through her ribcage and leap out to the ground for her mother to devour. "Momma..." Her eyes were blurred by the sting of tears the immediately rose and burned down her cheeks like lava pouring from an exploding volcano. Her voice dipped to a whisper as she got further away and stood up, blade in hand. "Momma, it's me.."