Post by Remy LaCroix on Nov 23, 2016 19:29:37 GMT -5
Remy took the basket she used to collect enough blackberries the day before and headed out the door. She went down the steps at the front porch, looking over her shoulder to see that neither Andrei nor Luca was following her. She wouldn't expect Andrei to follow as she knew how exhausted he was. She figured Luca would stay behind to keep an eye on Jay although if something medically happened to him, she wouldn't shed a tear, not right now. Jay was not her responsibility...that's the way she saw it.
It would take a good long walk through the woods and thick brush to get back to that blackberry bush and she was getting to know this route well. She had left herself a few clues on how to get back to the bushes, but more importantly, she left herself clues on how to get back to the shed where her mother was. Some vines tied specifically around certain trees gave her the clues she needed to get back to the first spot and by all observations, it looked like she was sticking to that plan of actually picking blackberries. However, her plan was not that easy. She set the basket down by the bush to come back to later and checked to make sure the knife was still in her back pocket.
She didn't see any walkers in the immediate path, although the one she killed bringing Andrei back was still laying in the dead and dying leaves that were starting to make a thicker carpet across the forest floor. At least she knew she was definitely going the right direction. She traversed through the thickets, careful not to get caught in the poison ivy that grew wild up the pine trees in this part of the swamp until she reached the broken fence that reached into the neighboring property.
The handiwork of Andrei remained across the property with the pools of blood still staining the ground and the cages he was being held in still parked in place. In time the bars would rust, the flesh would turn to bone and the wagons would be consumed by vines and weeds and this memory for him would be a distant nightmare. He said he wasn't staying though and the only one that knew about this ..was her.
She sneaked up to the shed where she didn't hear anything, looking around to make sure no one was around. Even with Luca on her tail, he was keeping himself stealthy enough to not be seen in her direct line of sight, making this trip to see her mother well worth it. The door slowly opened and the walker inside immediately sprung to life. It was her mother, still chained and still hungry. But it was her mother.
"Hi momma."
With the air cooling outside it made the trip a little easier instead of the intense humidity of the summer that would cause her mother's flesh to rot even more and the stench nearly unbearable in the shed. She stayed by the door and sat down on the wheel barrow looking at her mother as if she were still alive.
"Owen is still gone momma, but his brother is back. The one he thought he killed, remember? I think I told you about that. And I found Andrei. I'm not sure if I told you about him, but me and him go way back to California. I met him when.." She looked down at her feet, pulling the knife from her back pocket and toying with it a bit between her fingers. "You know. When I left."
She looked back up at her mother who was tugging on the chains trying to get to her, growling with a low hiss in her voice. Her teeth were blackened and rotting and her eyes as silver as the moon.
"Momma, what do I do? Jay...Jay is gonna try to kill him. What happens if we let him live? What if Jay agrees to be good for the sake of just pulling the wool over our eyes and he tries to kill him when we're sleeping? He could do that. Or....or worse, what if he pretends to be good and be all brotherly and they leave and Jay kills him when everyone thinks it's all okay? I mean, he could blame it on some kind of horde or attack or something. I ...I can't just kill the guy though. I don't know what to do, momma."
She lowered her gaze again as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I need you here. I ain't got no one to talk to. Ellie doesn't get it, Amarie is off with Owen, Damon and Daisy." She tried to wipe away the tear but another one just rolled down her cheek, taking it's place.
"Remember what I said when I told you about Luca? I can't lose Owen like that. This fear, it's too much. I wish I could just call him and tell him. Warn him, you know? It's like...I just can't handle the thought. Like I could just reach out and let you bite me like that one I told you about back at the farm house. Remember? The one that was trapped under the hutch. I got so close, so close to letting him bite me."
She looked back up at her mother. They looked alike once. Same cheekbones, same eyes, same nose. She remembered looking at pictures of her mother when they were the same age and it was striking to her how young she used to be and how, if she looked in the mirror now, her and her mother could be twins. If she turned, she would look just like her mother did now. She heard her mother's voice in her head speaking back to her.
"I know momma, I know that's stupid. That ain't no way to think. Owen can survive. He's a survivor. He survived them bikers." Maybe she was just trying to talk herself up and make it all good in her head. Maybe Jay and Owen could get over this...but maybe not. Owen tried to kill his own brother and that act of fratricide may not be so forgivable.
It would take a good long walk through the woods and thick brush to get back to that blackberry bush and she was getting to know this route well. She had left herself a few clues on how to get back to the bushes, but more importantly, she left herself clues on how to get back to the shed where her mother was. Some vines tied specifically around certain trees gave her the clues she needed to get back to the first spot and by all observations, it looked like she was sticking to that plan of actually picking blackberries. However, her plan was not that easy. She set the basket down by the bush to come back to later and checked to make sure the knife was still in her back pocket.
She didn't see any walkers in the immediate path, although the one she killed bringing Andrei back was still laying in the dead and dying leaves that were starting to make a thicker carpet across the forest floor. At least she knew she was definitely going the right direction. She traversed through the thickets, careful not to get caught in the poison ivy that grew wild up the pine trees in this part of the swamp until she reached the broken fence that reached into the neighboring property.
The handiwork of Andrei remained across the property with the pools of blood still staining the ground and the cages he was being held in still parked in place. In time the bars would rust, the flesh would turn to bone and the wagons would be consumed by vines and weeds and this memory for him would be a distant nightmare. He said he wasn't staying though and the only one that knew about this ..was her.
She sneaked up to the shed where she didn't hear anything, looking around to make sure no one was around. Even with Luca on her tail, he was keeping himself stealthy enough to not be seen in her direct line of sight, making this trip to see her mother well worth it. The door slowly opened and the walker inside immediately sprung to life. It was her mother, still chained and still hungry. But it was her mother.
"Hi momma."
With the air cooling outside it made the trip a little easier instead of the intense humidity of the summer that would cause her mother's flesh to rot even more and the stench nearly unbearable in the shed. She stayed by the door and sat down on the wheel barrow looking at her mother as if she were still alive.
"Owen is still gone momma, but his brother is back. The one he thought he killed, remember? I think I told you about that. And I found Andrei. I'm not sure if I told you about him, but me and him go way back to California. I met him when.." She looked down at her feet, pulling the knife from her back pocket and toying with it a bit between her fingers. "You know. When I left."
She looked back up at her mother who was tugging on the chains trying to get to her, growling with a low hiss in her voice. Her teeth were blackened and rotting and her eyes as silver as the moon.
"Momma, what do I do? Jay...Jay is gonna try to kill him. What happens if we let him live? What if Jay agrees to be good for the sake of just pulling the wool over our eyes and he tries to kill him when we're sleeping? He could do that. Or....or worse, what if he pretends to be good and be all brotherly and they leave and Jay kills him when everyone thinks it's all okay? I mean, he could blame it on some kind of horde or attack or something. I ...I can't just kill the guy though. I don't know what to do, momma."
She lowered her gaze again as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I need you here. I ain't got no one to talk to. Ellie doesn't get it, Amarie is off with Owen, Damon and Daisy." She tried to wipe away the tear but another one just rolled down her cheek, taking it's place.
"Remember what I said when I told you about Luca? I can't lose Owen like that. This fear, it's too much. I wish I could just call him and tell him. Warn him, you know? It's like...I just can't handle the thought. Like I could just reach out and let you bite me like that one I told you about back at the farm house. Remember? The one that was trapped under the hutch. I got so close, so close to letting him bite me."
She looked back up at her mother. They looked alike once. Same cheekbones, same eyes, same nose. She remembered looking at pictures of her mother when they were the same age and it was striking to her how young she used to be and how, if she looked in the mirror now, her and her mother could be twins. If she turned, she would look just like her mother did now. She heard her mother's voice in her head speaking back to her.
"I know momma, I know that's stupid. That ain't no way to think. Owen can survive. He's a survivor. He survived them bikers." Maybe she was just trying to talk herself up and make it all good in her head. Maybe Jay and Owen could get over this...but maybe not. Owen tried to kill his own brother and that act of fratricide may not be so forgivable.