Andrea: The Lost Account
After Amy...I was so broken, at the CDC, when I was given a chance to end all of the cruel pain that was poising me, Dale took away that chance. Looking back, I don't blame him, and I regret being so stubborn and damaging what we had and I wish to God that he was here now because he loved our group, and he loved me-he would never had left me to rot with the roamers-like the rest did.
Before I met him, it was just me and Michonne, on the road, every morning, every night, trecking and killing, trecking and killing, the routine had almost become bearable until we faced the fact that we had no idea where we was heading and what the hell we was doing. The day we realised, dusk was on the horizon, I hung some empty tin cans around an orchard and Michonne set up the fire. The lifeless wood exploded into a confused bundle of flames and heated up our soup perfectly. As the long and protective streams of grass almost made me feel safe for once during this miserable cruisiade we called life, Michonne dragged out a dirty blanket, we sat beside eachother, warm, cosy, eating soup and peering at the magical night sky, everything seemed so perfect, I was happy, the pain that had built up inside me vanished and was replaced with the smallest but surest amount of hope imaginable.
I awoke. A hurd of rotting corpses were snapping at me with their broken teeth and clawing at me with their blood-stained hands. Echoed squaks and gawks shocked the emptiness of the atmospere as I desperatley scrambled to my feet, tightly grasped my knife and was ready to puncture the dead brains of those monsters, when Michonne ducked under the rope of tin cans and slaughtered them herself.
'I saw how...okay you was last night,' she muttered under-her-breath, 'I haven't seen you that okay all winter,'. Everything feel to an unwelcomed silence, I wanted to say something, anything, but my tounge was tied and my mind was blank. 'I just wanted you to wake up this morning and still be okay,' Michonne added, 'I just wanted you to remain hopeful, because with hope you survive, and I need you to survive,'. I nodded appreciatingly, but awkwardly. 'I don't know where we are going but we are leaving, now. We probably should have discussed this last night instead of being fools, we nearly got ourselves killed, now hurry,'
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