A/N: Season 2 is up!

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Eden: Season Two

Ch. 1: Moments

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The time when I even bothered to remember names was when the dead started taking over. And the ones that I remember are only a few, but they'll stay with me until I go.

But in the end, nothing else matters once you're dead. But what is dying? Do you just go to heaven? Or do you walk around eating people until someone stabs you with a knife or puts a bullet through your head.

Guess I won't know 'til I'm gone like the rest.

Amy, Jim, Jaqui.

Lorel.

Why did you have to die?

Are you in heaven now?

Is God really this cruel?

But I won't get an answer. I know I won't. Because you're all gone now, and what can I do about it? I'm just Eden. I'm not even Eden Williams anymore. Just Eden. A scared, ten-year-old girl who just wants to see something—something that's worth seeing in this world.

Something beautiful.

And I want to survive.

We're going to Fort Benning. The CDC is gone—and so is another one of our own.

And another one that tried his best—and opted out.

Committed suicide.

Dr. Edwin Jenner. Another person that I can't forget.

But we keep moving. We're survivors. We survive. That's what we do from now on. Survive. Scavenge until there's nothing left, watching as others die while we run and run and run—

We're all a bunch of time bombs. Just ticking away until we break or stop.

And sooner or later, when there's nothing left that's pretty to see, we're gonna explode.

BOOM.

We keep going, but we leave behind T-Dog's church van in order to get some fuel.

Leaving stuff behind. . .it always comes down to that.

Like the books, and the bags, and the people in the CDC.

But now that so many people have died and left us, our group got smaller. There's only Rick, Lori, Carl, Daryl, Glenn, Sophia, Carol, T-Dog, Dale, Andrea, Jaqu—

No.

I don't think anymore. I focus my attention to the front, where I look up at the sky and try to remember when the world was still nor—

Nope. Not gonna happen.

So I just sit and listen to Lori talk about the trip they took to the Grand Canyon as I'm smashed in between Sophia and Carl. They're talking about how Carl got sick and they had to take him to a hospital; how they went back home after that.

"Can we go see it? The Grand Canyon. I'd like to." Carl looks at his parents, wide-eyed and excited.

"I would too." Sophia pitches in. "Can we go?"

"Eden, why don't you like Disney?"

". . .I don't like taking pictures with the Princesses, Cal."

"Then let's take a picture with Lorel!"

Yeah, that would be nice.

And that was the last time I saw you, if you're not already—

Rick says yes. He says that they would never go without them. I lower my head and focus my attention on my dirty fingernails.

I'd like to go t—

"How 'bout you, Eden?" I snap my head up to the person speaking. Rick. Rick says that. I don't say anything for a second, because I don't know what to say. And when I finally get my mouth working again, I don't say anything.

I nod.

Thank you.

The RV's down again, and we're stuck in the middle of a bunch of abandoned cars with dead bodies in them. Dead bodies, not walkers. They're just dead. Gone.

We all walk up to the RV, where smoke is coming out of the front and Shane is asking 'what's the problem.'

Dale has his hands on his hips like mom did when she was angry at me. "Oh, just the small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of—"

I look around. The cars. And I feel my lips quirk up until a small smile takes over.

Dale seems to have looked around too, and I laugh when he says: "Okay that was dumb."

It's been such a long time since I laughed.

Shane looks around. "If we can't find a radiator hose here—"

"There's a whole buncha stuff we can find." Daryl says while looking through the trunk of a yellow car that my aunt would've liked. She always had bad tastes in colors.

And my ears perk up at the mention of stuff. Maybe we can find some—

"Some water."

"Food."

Yeah.

"This is a graveyard." Lori's voice makes me snap my head to the insides of the cars. This graveyard filled with dead corpses that never got the proper chance to be buried. Yes. This is a graveyard, but we got nothing to lose right now. We're scavengers. We scavenge until there's nothing left.

And then there's a moment of silence, where we all turn our heads away from something and wait until it's over.

"I don't know how I feel about this." Lori mutters.

I do. I see a chance for fresh clothes and food and water.

And dead bodies in cars that didn't deserve to die.

We're scavengers. We scavenge until nothing's left.

So we start scavenging once Shane tells us to move and look around, find whatever we can. I follow Lori and Carl like a lost duck, just a few paces behind. We pass a car. A car that smells worse than the others because it has a rotting body in there. Dead.

"Kids," Carol says in her motherly voice, "Don't look."

But I've already seen it. Millions and millions of times before.

But we still keep walking. Always walking, looking in trunks and car seats. I sit in a red car, randomly playing with the seat cushion until I spot an empty candy wrapper. It's bloody. And that's when I decide to hastily slide out. My feet hit the ground with a quiet thump, and I'm about to go to another car until there's a shadow behind me, and I already got used to the shadow. It's a harmless shadow. It's kind.

"Hey, Eden."

It's Carl.

I pick at my fingernails, focusing my attention on him.

"Hey." I'm quiet, and I see Sophia standing next to him, watching me with the same curious eyes as before.

"Wanna come with us?" he asks, and I still don't know what to say until Lori' gives us all the signal.

"Hey Carl," She makes a gesture with her hand. "Always in my sight."

Carol says the same thing, and I just resist the urge to fidget awkwardly until Lori looks at me.

She gives me a small smile, "You too, Eden."

And what can I do? Because she sounds so much like a mother I don't know what to do.

She sounds so much like you, Lorel.

"Ok."

We stay true to their word, 'always within their sight,' and we walk.

We scavenge.

I look inside the trunk of a car and find a small bag of mints just the size of my hand. My hand reaches out to them, grasping the plastic bag in my hand.

"You're skipping dinner tonight. I'm going to tell your daddy about your spelling B today and make him set your mind straight for next time."

Next time. Meaning, 'The belt again for not winning a competition.'

Well, I can't be Cal.

I can't be a boy.

I whip my head around to see Carl and Sophia at another car, trying to find something worth finding. I silently walk up to them, shaking the bag of mints. It makes a small clattering sound—like the sounds marbles make when you hit them against each other.

A mint is already in my mouth when I awkwardly hold the small, opened bag up as Carl and Sophia turn their heads in my direction. "Here." I say. A bit too quietly, but they heard it. They look at me for just a tiny second before digging their hands into the bag and placing a handful of mints inside of their mouths. And then it's quiet. It's a quiet moment where we don't think. We just glance at each other and we don't say anything—just glancing. And then Carl smiles, his eyes shine, and it's warm all of a sudden. Like when you drink hot chocolate. Sophia does the same, showing her teeth while clutching at the doll in her hand.

And then there's me, who moves my lips up and smiles with the two of them as bag of mints sit in my hand, and I like this.

This is a good moment—

"Lori, under the cars, now!"

There's Rick, and I don't understand the full meaning of his words until I look in his direction. I almost want to cry in between all of the blaring sirens in my head and Rick's commanding voice.

The walkers, they always have to ruin everything.

And they will ruin everything unless we get under the cars. So we move. Sophia finds her own and squeezes her body under it. I can hear Carol whimper.

"Carl, Eden! Get under the cars, now!" Rick shouts, and my eyes quickly scan the area before pulling Carl down with me to a car not far from Rick. We get down on our knees, and I feel the small pebbles dig into my jeans as we quickly slide onto our stomachs until we're both under the car. I feel Carl clutching my wrist, and I give him a reassuring glance. He looks at me and nods. But I don't feel reassured at all. In fact, what's so reassuring? I just wanna climb into my aunt's bed and curl up in a ball with the picture that's still in my pocket—but I can't. We're all under cars. Hiding from the geeks that are coming. And what can I do? The only reassurance I have is a boy right next to me who is just as scared as I am.

And that's when I can hear the disgusting growls of the things that should've never came back to life.

I hate walkers.

The bag of mints are left, forgotten on the ground.

A/N: ch 1 is done! Feels like I rushed it a bit though. . . .xD

Til next time~