Post by Remy LaCroix on Oct 11, 2015 4:26:38 GMT -5
She came down to her hands and knees as she looked at the well pump, tears streaming from her eyes. She was in a private enough spot that she felt like she could let this out. There were too many people around in her building and with Anthony having been kidnapped and Luca saying he would die to get him back safe, the knife felt like it was just digging deeper. The faces of the walker children haunted her and she didn't even know why. To top it off, a stranger that she already knew was a wolf amongst the sheep, was in their midst. The thought of losing more people hurt her heart. This was the reason she wanted to travel alone. This was the reason she knew making connections was dangerous. She was weak and she knew it.
With her back to the building, she started to use the machete to chop away at the thick grass and dig at the dirt around the well covering. She didn't even know why she was checking it but it was a good excuse to get away and get herself back together. The blade dug deep into the ground and even when the lid to the well could be lifted away, she kept digging. The thought about her Uncle's house again in the swamps and wondered if she would even remember how to get there. She feared seeing her family dead, if they were even there at all.
She feared a lot of things with loss being the one thing that kept bubbling to the surface for her. Why couldn't she handle this one, simple emotion? It was the bane of her existence. It made her weak and tired. It made her run time and time again.
With her back to the building, she started to use the machete to chop away at the thick grass and dig at the dirt around the well covering. She didn't even know why she was checking it but it was a good excuse to get away and get herself back together. The blade dug deep into the ground and even when the lid to the well could be lifted away, she kept digging. The thought about her Uncle's house again in the swamps and wondered if she would even remember how to get there. She feared seeing her family dead, if they were even there at all.
She feared a lot of things with loss being the one thing that kept bubbling to the surface for her. Why couldn't she handle this one, simple emotion? It was the bane of her existence. It made her weak and tired. It made her run time and time again.