The Walking Dead Fanfiction: Mirrors Chapter 4
Morning passed and light shined brightly through the transparent window of the door, reflecting off of molly's dirty golden hair. She opened her eyes and turned to her right. It was Milly, he was unpacking a grey backpack, but looked up when he noticed Molly. "Ah, the sleeping giant finally awakens." Milly said jokingly. "What's that you got over there?" Molly asked excitedly. "Just some breakfast, here, I got some beans." He threw a can directly at her face. Molly responded with an unamused face. "Hahaha…well, eat up, gotta have something in you if we're going scavenging." "Whoa whoa wait! I forgot the part where suddenly I'm helping…" Molly controlled herself as she remembered the night before. "…never mind." "Oh… Okay then…" Milly said confusingly. "Here, I Uhh…found your little toy here." "Hilda!" Molly yelled excitedly. "That what you call her?" "Hehe, yeah." Molly started cutting her can open with the ice pick. "Hey, uhm... about last night…" "Don't…it's okay." "Oh… Okay then…" The conversation was turning out more awkward than expected. "Hey, where'd you get these beans?" Molly asked, hoping to break the tension. "Woke up early. I got bored so I started snooping around Crawford. Looks like they didn't take EVERYTHING, these were the last two cans." "So you left without telling me?" "I figured you were the 'go it alone' type."
Molly looked down sadly; she knew that she never wanted to be alone, she HAD to. She realized being alone gave her no meaning. " Wait, how do you know about Crawford?" Molly said curiously. "You're not going to attack me again are you?" They both shared an awkward short laugh. "Nah, just joined them, but after a few hours, walkers came in from everywhere after they shot a woman. Those bastards… I can't even begin to describe…" "Trust me, I know. I was from Crawford too." Molly looked down in horror as she remembered her sister being taken away. "Well that's something…" Milly said in a suspicious tone.
"So what happened after that?" Molly asked. "Well, I hated those bastards, they're just like everyone else out there. So when walkers swarmed in I ditched them all by escaping through a broken window, and then I found shelter in a nearby house." "…and I'm sure you came all the way back just for little old me." Molly replied sarcastically. "Haha…right. I'd come back for a blonde hobo." Molly looked down at her dirty clothes, then at milly's dirty, AND bloody clothes. "I wouldn't be talking Mr. Butcher." She said almost laughing. "Pssh…whatever. Anyways, the loneliness started to settle in, and I figured they were all I really had left. I could at least take the chance to maybe change them. So I came back through the same window to check if anyone survived, that's when you came in…"Milly paused. "Oh I see." Molly said confused. "You know, a person goes insane without having something to care for." "Tell me about it…" Molly said sympathetically.
Molly visioned back to when she started to bite her wrists. She figured it was the best way to keep herself focused. Every time she let emotions get to her she bit at her wrists. She then wore a medical mask to stop her temptations. The world turned her into a ruthless, selfish, 'survivor'; 'but what was it for?' she thought.
"So what about you…?" Milly asked. "Well, for starters, like I said I was from Crawford. It seemed like a nice community for about a week. Then they started taking away the sick. Anyone who was a liability in some way was taken away and executed. My sister was one of them. I provided her with meds by letting the doctor do things to me…" Molly almost cried at the thought. "Stop, you don't have to continue…" Milly said sympathetically. Molly continued. "Anyways, in the end they got her and that's when I left. I started learning to survive on my own. I didn't care about anyone anymore. Eventually though I encountered a group; Lee, Kenny, Clementine, and Christa. At first, I automatically hated them, they were just more monsters in my eyes. I treated them like shit and almost left them for dead." "Well shit…" "Karma came back to me though. We went out scavenging in Crawford…and I guess walkers got in. Then they tried to save me even after how I treated them, but I guess…Friendly fire…that's when you came in." Molly said glumly. "Have any thoughts about them now? I mean at least they weren't psychos. Besides, have we really got anything more to live for than people?" "You're right…and yes I do. I was thinking about this all last night. Like you, you know. I figured they were all I really had left. Like you said, at least they're not sickos, and it's rare to find people who aren't walkers. I mean, they could be the only survivors left in the whole planet for all we know. I can't take that risk. Obviously I'll need help. I'm not stable as a 'go it alone' type." Molly winked. "So you want me to help after all you've done? Sure…" Milly said irritatingly. "Look I'm so sorry about last night okay?" "No I mean it. Look I've got nothing, you've got nothing, this might be our opportunity to finally find meaning to all this. Right? I mean…I need friends too." "Hehe okay then, it's settled…" They each returned another friendly smile. An awkward moment passed as they silently finished their breakfast and dropped their cans. "Alrighty then…let's go for it." Said Milly slipping on his hood and airsoft mask. Molly slung Hilda in her pack, then put her medical mask and hood back on as they both walked out the doors.
Song name: Hope- 'The Walking Dead game' soundtrack.