The Glorious Dead
Her name was Anais.
His name was Petyr. And Petyr had just saved her life.
The man stood above the limp body, blood and brain matter here and there all over the floor. Petyr's bat had a fine film of black stickiness on the end, a testimony to his accomplishment. The man looked over at Anais, her hands grasping the end of her shirt has she was holding it up to carry the contents in her shirt.
"What do you have there?" he asked her rather blankly, the white lab coat on his shoulders told her everything she needed to know. He was the pharmacist and she was taking his property. When Anais didn't answer and just stared back at him, Petyr walked forward and took a peek at the contents in her shirt.
Petyr didn't say a word as he gently took hold of her arm and had her follow him, "Do you have a vehicle?"
Anais nodded, Petyr gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't mind if I tag along? You could have use of me."
Anais didn't object. Petyr grabbed a few bags from the back office and began shoveling medications off of shelves and into the bag. Anais had stood and watched but grabbed a bag herself and stuffed her medication as well as others into the bag. "It's getting worse isn't it?"
His question had caught her off guard. She stared back at him, her silence was his answer. "You know, if we're going to be surviving this together you might want to start talking."
Anais bit the bottom of her lip. Petyr had just forced himself into her life. And he planned on staying. He was a pharmacist, she reasoned that was good a reason to bring him along anyway. But something about him made her feel safe, even if he hadn't been a doctor.
"Anais. My name is Anais."
Petyr smiled, "Well Anais, let's get this show on the road."
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A/N: Hello, glad you decided to take a peek at my little drabble-ish story for the Walking Dead. This has actually been a story I started a year and a half ago when I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and kind of needed an outlet to write about my frustrations with my predicament and the things I was feeling during those first few months. I'm fine now, I promise! So the main character is not myself, I promise you that. But she does exhibit some of the feelings I was going through a year ago… Any way. I just hope you enjoy this as much as I have since starting it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Walking Dead, just Anais and Petyr.