Post by Zoe Mitchell on Jan 28, 2018 16:12:05 GMT -5
What the hell was going on? What the actual hell was going on? Just a few days before she had thought that things were ok. Not exactly sunshiny or whatever but at least she had a dependable roof over her head and food so long as she worked for it. Sure her friend was hurt but at least she was being treated. What a fat load of crap. The truth had come out and here she was, in front of a row of cells, her friends bruised face visible through the little rectangular slit through the door. Life on the road had been tough and the idea of raising a child without any safe place had been a genuine nightmare. Just a week with Roxie had proven how difficult it would be. Then they had been found and things had started looking up. The compound had been secure for years, the walls built up around the now furnished warehouses and huge storage containers. It was a community, a place where the walkers couldn't get them, at least that's the side she had initially seen. It hadn't taken long for her to come to suspect that something was up. The people there were hard and some of them didn't seem to care much about anything or anyone. The world was hard now, brutal in all aspects. It made people harder, caused them to do things that they wouldn't normally have done. Hell, she herself had killed the living and the dead when the situation had called for it. It was the way of the world. Yet something in her gut just hadn't let her be completely comfortable. It had been the constant refusals to see Marcy that had caused her to start digging and now here she was, faced with a problem she wasn't sure could be solved.
Zoe reached her hand in through the gap and briefly held the older girls hand before moving away, this time opening the slides on the doors of the other cells. She saw the faces of the prisoners as she moved past, panic curling within her stomach with each second that ticked by. This was wrong, this was just all wrong. She took a steadying breath before opening the slide on the last cell. There had been four prisoners so far, two men and two woman, including Marcy, and as she stuck her head up to look inside she found yet another guy. He was curled up and had clearly had a rough time of it. She had meant to move back to Marcy but her feet refused to move, her eyes till staring at the blonde man in the cell. After a few moments, her brain finally caught up to what her body had already guessed. The air was suddenly sucked out of her lungs as she focused more carefully upon his bruised face. "E-ed", her throat closed up and she had to cough and clear it before trying again, her hand coming up to rest on the door to steady herself, "Edward?". She must be wrong, she had to be. Not being able to see him properly was the issue, once he looked up she would know it wasn't Roxannes father. Edward had died before she had even told him she was expecting. The herd had taken everything, no one had come for her and she had moved on because she had no other choice. This couldn't be Edward, she just didn't have that kind of luck.
It was a rare person in this world that had actually made it this far without losing someone. Most people had lost everyone, being left to fend for themselves. Then there were the lost and the chances of finding someone who had got separated from you was damned near impossible, if they had even managed to stay alive. Zoe had written him off months ago because she hadn't dared hoped he'd survived. It was simply too much. This was just her brain playing tricks on her. But what if it is him? She didn't have an answer to that and so she waited with bated breath to see the mans face, scared to hope that he answered to the name she had spoken.
Zoe reached her hand in through the gap and briefly held the older girls hand before moving away, this time opening the slides on the doors of the other cells. She saw the faces of the prisoners as she moved past, panic curling within her stomach with each second that ticked by. This was wrong, this was just all wrong. She took a steadying breath before opening the slide on the last cell. There had been four prisoners so far, two men and two woman, including Marcy, and as she stuck her head up to look inside she found yet another guy. He was curled up and had clearly had a rough time of it. She had meant to move back to Marcy but her feet refused to move, her eyes till staring at the blonde man in the cell. After a few moments, her brain finally caught up to what her body had already guessed. The air was suddenly sucked out of her lungs as she focused more carefully upon his bruised face. "E-ed", her throat closed up and she had to cough and clear it before trying again, her hand coming up to rest on the door to steady herself, "Edward?". She must be wrong, she had to be. Not being able to see him properly was the issue, once he looked up she would know it wasn't Roxannes father. Edward had died before she had even told him she was expecting. The herd had taken everything, no one had come for her and she had moved on because she had no other choice. This couldn't be Edward, she just didn't have that kind of luck.
It was a rare person in this world that had actually made it this far without losing someone. Most people had lost everyone, being left to fend for themselves. Then there were the lost and the chances of finding someone who had got separated from you was damned near impossible, if they had even managed to stay alive. Zoe had written him off months ago because she hadn't dared hoped he'd survived. It was simply too much. This was just her brain playing tricks on her. But what if it is him? She didn't have an answer to that and so she waited with bated breath to see the mans face, scared to hope that he answered to the name she had spoken.