The Walking Dead Fanfiction: Mirrors Chapter 3

Molly woke up to a dark room and a machete being trained on her. It was the boy, he had removed his mask clearly. "Oh thank god. I didn't know what I would do if I continued alone again." The boy said in relief. "Well here I am." Molly replied irritatingly. The words, 'alone again' echoed in her head as she remembered numerous traumatic events, including her unwanted sex with the doctor in crawford. Her suspicions grew. Something was off about this guy. Whatever it was, she assumed he was probably another dangerous stranger and she had to kill or be killed. "I got the bullet out and stopped the bleeding, do you need help standing or…" "Wait!" Molly angrily yelled as she punched him to the floor. "What the fuck are you planning to do with me?!" "Wait…What? No…I…" "Shut up you rapist fucker! I know people… they're all just selfish assholes, rapists, cannibals, or just plain monsters! Which one are you?! It'll help me decide how you die." "A friend…?" The boy said sadly. She grabbed the neck of his jacket. "Bullshit! Enough with the fake act, asshole." There was venom in her voice. She gripped his jacket tighter. "Whoa wait! Look I'm sorry for whatever you happened to you in the past. I was just hoping for…someone… I guess…" "Huh?" Molly calmed down. "I was just…tired of being alone. Sorry…" Molly wouldn't normally believe people like this, but by the look on the boy's face, she could tell he wasn't lying. He gave a look that reminded him of her sister before they took her away. The same lonely, sad, and regretful face. In a way she saw herself in him. The dark eyes from lack of sleep, messy black side spiked medium length hair with bangs above his eyebrows, chapped brown lips, the visible scars on his fingers. He's just another normal kid who was on the verge of insanity because of this cruel world. His face resembled something she always saw in mirrors; herself. Molly felt an ache in her chest. "No, don't be, I'm the one who should be sorry…" She let go of him. He stood up and wiped dust off of his arms.

Many emotions went through her head; Angst, hurt, comfort, regret, and slight relief, relief that she finally found a…friend. Maybe the reason for living is to have someone you care about.

Molly thought back to her previous group. She felt guilt as she remembered how she acted like she didn't care about them, constantly mock them whenever she could, insulted them, and treated them like they were just some animals. She though back to Lee, Kenny, Ben, Christa, and Clementine especially. She finally drew to a conclusion; find her group.

"Look, it's okay, we've both probably seen so much sick shit in this world, that we forgot that there's still some good out there." "Yeah…that's…that's true." She said sympathetically. He formed a small smile which she happily returned. "Name's Milly by the way…"He held out his hand to for her to shake. "Hmph… sounds a lot like 'Molly.' I like it…" "Thanks." "We should probably get something we both need at the moment." Molly said. "Like what?" Milly asked. "Rest…" "You're right." "Of course I'm right." "Heh…" They both occupied the only two hospital beds. They lay facing the ceiling. Molly turned to face away from Milly, which he also did after a few moments. "Hey, Milly?" Molly asked awkwardly. "Yah?" He responded humorously. "Let's forget this ever happened yah?" "Yah…"

More awkward silent moments passed by as they attempted to fall asleep. "By the way, Milly's a girl's name." Molly laughed. "Shut up and 'rest'…" Milly replied humorously.

Molly, now, having a reason, a goal, and a friend, made the world just a little bit more bearable for her...