Breathe in.
"Do ya feel anythin'?"
Breathe out.
"Whatd'ya want from me, girl, huh?"
Breathe in.
"Don't ya think that's beautiful?"
Breathe out.
"Ya ain't a happy drunk at all."
Breathe in.
"I hate goodbyes."
Breathe out.
"You said you could take care'a ya'self. Ya did."
Breathe in.
"Are we close?"
Breathe out.
"Just tired of losin' people s'all."
Breathe in.
"What changed your mind?"
Breathe out.
"The signs are are there."
Breathe in.
"We should burn it down."
Breathe out.
"Keep singin'."
Breathe in.
"There are still good people."
Breathe out.
"Faith ain't done shit for us!"
Breathe in.
"You're gonna miss me so bad when I'm gone."
Breathe out.
"Yeah, it's a serious piggyback."
Breathe in.
"I'm not gonna leave you!"
Breathe out.
"I don't think the good ones survive."
Breathe in.
"Oh."
Breathe out.
"I ain't afraid'a nothin'."
Breathe in.
"I'm glad I didn't say goodbye."
Breathe out.
"Maybe it'll be alright."
...
"Hey."
She sucks in a sharp breath, her blue eyes snapping open as she looks up at the man in front of her, his dark eyes filled with concern.
"You good, kid?" he asks, arching his eyebrow.
She sighs, rubbing her temples a few more times before she stands up from the log she had been sitting on.
"Yeah," she breathes out.
"They hittin' ya hard today?" he asks, handing her the water bottle as she makes her way over to him.
She nods her head, taking a sip of the water before she hands it back to him.
"Anything interestin'?" he asks curiously, glancing down at her as they start to walk again.
She shakes her head, frowning. "Just a bunch of words. Don't even understand half of 'em." she answers, shaking her head again in annoyance.
The man beside her shrugs. "I'm sure it'll come back, kid. You're a fighter if I've ever seen one."
She just bites her lip, letting out a small hum in response and the pair continue walking. It's a short while later when she speaks up again.
"Hey Morgan?" she asks, sidestepping a fallen tree and he glances over at her. "This man we're lookin' for, Rick? You sure about him? Seems like alotta trouble for one man." she muses, turning her attention back to the forest in front of them.
She sees Morgan nod his head. "I'm sure. If there's anyone we should be lookin' for right now, it's Rick Grimes. He's a good man."
"I don't think the good ones survive," she mumbles, almost automatically, and her steps falter.
There's a heat against her skin, warming her as she watches the small shack erupt into flames.
She's back in the forest and she glances over to see Morgan hadn't even noticed her slip up and so she just continues on.
"Just gotta have faith, kid." Morgan answers with a shrug and she has to catch herself from biting out another response, a pessimistic remark from a conversation long since forgotten.
She doesn't say anything, instead just continues to walk along.
That night they make camp in a small clearing in the woods, and she falls asleep quickly, surprisingly, but it isn't long before she hears that voice again, that rough whisper in the wind.
"Home sweet home."
And when she opens her eyes, all she sees is blue.
A steel blue gaze, and a rough voice that never leaves her alone and even though her eyes are open, sometimes she wonders if she is even awake at all.
.
A/N:
I have no idea what this is, don't ask me...it just came to me and would't go away. Thoughts? Continue? Maybe?