Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 0:28:17 GMT -5
"If you wish. I don't sleep much out here either. I jump at every sound and toss and turn all night. But back at the camp, behind those walls. I feel safe. I feel like I can get a good nights rest, that I can let my guard down. We have people on watch, and when it's not my shift, I sleep like a baby. Hopefully you'll be able to get a good nights rest as well," Chris said calmly looking at him, "At least for a few nights."
He smiled, he saw the guilt on his face when he mentioned the soup. "Don't worry about the soup, I was just weighing what we had left. With this run being pretty much a bust, I was hoping we'd be returning with more than what we left with. Not less. But none the less I think I was just complaining a little. I'm a big guy. That's lots of body to feed. I like my meals." He smiled again to show it was light, he didn't mind him taking an entire can for himself. Especially if he would make up for it later.
"My sister, that's a tough one. I assume she, Dean, and Audrey are all in Maine still. But I'm not sure. I left for North Carolina before all this went down. Was there almost a year. Was going back to school, furthering my education. I haven't gone back to Maine since then. I have no clue where they could be. Part of me wishes I left as soon as shit went south to look for them. That I navigated my way up towards them, but I didn't. I had something keeping me here."
Chris rubbed the back of his neck and looked at Cliff. "This is going to sound stupid, but I met someone. Here, in North Carolina. Maybe a week or two before all this started. When the outbreak happened I stayed and protected her, along with some of the other students at the centre. There was military, but we didn't trust them. They needed someone who would protect them to keep them safe. The girl, she died within the first week. Bit by one of the deadmen. Only know her two weeks. Wasn't enough to actually keep me here, but I felt like it was. I saw these people still needed my help, so I stayed. Now here I am. Still helping them. Wishing I'd have searched for my sister, just so I knew where she was. So I could have closer and move on. Maybe I would feel guilty every now and then."
He looked away. "At the same time though, I don't regret staying. The people, Corey, Jemma, Washington, and the people at SunnyDale, I care about them. They've become family. One I've learned to live with and risk my life for. Becuase I know that one day when it comes to it, they will do the same. I needed them just as much as they needed me."
Chris leaned back. "So short answer to your question. I don't know where my sister is, though I wish I did." He looked back at Cliff. "I think you'd like her if you met her. She knows good people when she sees them, I like to think I do too. That I can know a person beyond the cover at first glance. She has this drive and passion about her. Likes helping, is a fighter. But at the same time, knows when to back down. Something we should all learn. Like the two back there." He motioned to where Jemma and Corey had gone.
"I'm curious. You've said you've met people out there. Tell me about them. Any that stood out. We don't encounter much. Bandits here and there, mostly small time. We can scare most off with numbers. Haven't encountered many good people. Sad to say but it's true. Last one was a family, heading south from Canada. Hell of a long ways away. But they needed to keep going, wanted to make it to New Mexico."
He smiled, he saw the guilt on his face when he mentioned the soup. "Don't worry about the soup, I was just weighing what we had left. With this run being pretty much a bust, I was hoping we'd be returning with more than what we left with. Not less. But none the less I think I was just complaining a little. I'm a big guy. That's lots of body to feed. I like my meals." He smiled again to show it was light, he didn't mind him taking an entire can for himself. Especially if he would make up for it later.
"My sister, that's a tough one. I assume she, Dean, and Audrey are all in Maine still. But I'm not sure. I left for North Carolina before all this went down. Was there almost a year. Was going back to school, furthering my education. I haven't gone back to Maine since then. I have no clue where they could be. Part of me wishes I left as soon as shit went south to look for them. That I navigated my way up towards them, but I didn't. I had something keeping me here."
Chris rubbed the back of his neck and looked at Cliff. "This is going to sound stupid, but I met someone. Here, in North Carolina. Maybe a week or two before all this started. When the outbreak happened I stayed and protected her, along with some of the other students at the centre. There was military, but we didn't trust them. They needed someone who would protect them to keep them safe. The girl, she died within the first week. Bit by one of the deadmen. Only know her two weeks. Wasn't enough to actually keep me here, but I felt like it was. I saw these people still needed my help, so I stayed. Now here I am. Still helping them. Wishing I'd have searched for my sister, just so I knew where she was. So I could have closer and move on. Maybe I would feel guilty every now and then."
He looked away. "At the same time though, I don't regret staying. The people, Corey, Jemma, Washington, and the people at SunnyDale, I care about them. They've become family. One I've learned to live with and risk my life for. Becuase I know that one day when it comes to it, they will do the same. I needed them just as much as they needed me."
Chris leaned back. "So short answer to your question. I don't know where my sister is, though I wish I did." He looked back at Cliff. "I think you'd like her if you met her. She knows good people when she sees them, I like to think I do too. That I can know a person beyond the cover at first glance. She has this drive and passion about her. Likes helping, is a fighter. But at the same time, knows when to back down. Something we should all learn. Like the two back there." He motioned to where Jemma and Corey had gone.
"I'm curious. You've said you've met people out there. Tell me about them. Any that stood out. We don't encounter much. Bandits here and there, mostly small time. We can scare most off with numbers. Haven't encountered many good people. Sad to say but it's true. Last one was a family, heading south from Canada. Hell of a long ways away. But they needed to keep going, wanted to make it to New Mexico."