I do not own or claim to own any of The Walking Dead.
"You wanna know what's bullshit?" Jenna Ross looked in the mirror and frowned at her appearance.
"What? And watch your language," Her brother, Tyler, asked as he was cleaning
the mirror she was looking in.
"That the fu- sorry, freaking apocalypse is going on, and I'm still getting pimples. You'd think that God would look down and say 'sorry about all the reanimated dead people, have a super clear face to make life a little better,'" She winced as she scratched at the bump on her face and sighed, handing her brother towel he was gesturing for.
"I thought we agreed to not call them people," Tyler said, nudging his sister out of the way and wiping the rest of the mirror off.
"Sorry, it's been a long day. Won't do it again."
"It has been a long day. And you should go sleep. We're going to try and clear out the outside tomorrow; maybe start a second garden," Tyler put the towel down on the sink below the mirror and led his sister out of the bathroom.
"Alright, but I'm gonna write a little before I go to bed," Jenna said, turning down the hallway that lead away from the bathrooms and ran off to the main store, leaving her brother behind.
-Day 509
We're down to 19 in the group. The Smith's left today. Not really sure why, but they said they were going to find their son. Even if it killed them. Which it probably will. I won't miss them that much. The two of them have only been with us for two weeks or so. But it's always sad seeing people walk out because I know they're never going to come back. Come back alive, that is. Except for one person. He's going to come back alive. I just know it. –
Jenna closed her journal and set it aside. Tyler looked up from his book and sat up in his bed. She nodded at him and he turned off the lamp that was between their beds, enclosing their small room section in darkness.
"He'll come back," Tyler whispered, after a few moments in the dark.
"Night, Ty," Jenna said, trying not to say much because tears were starting to well up in her eyes and she knew her voice would crack if she spoke more.
"Night, Fenway."
Jenna smiled at her brother's nickname for her and closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would come easily and the nightmares would leave her alone for one night.
This is my first TWD story, and I don't know how I'll do with it.
I know the story's really confusing right now, but it'll be cleared up in the next chapter or so.
Don't know when I'll update, or if I even will.
I'd appreciate knowing what you think.
And sorry if that 'I don't own TWD' thing is wrong. I've just seen it on a couple stories.