Not going to lie I really had to force myself to write today. This is not my best work, not at all but I really just had a messed up day. I know it's bad to post something you aren't happy with yourself but I I kinda just had an off day. I hope you enjoy anyways! Please review.
Bob died last night. We had his funeral. I never been to a funeral, like ever actually. Aunt Jane said I could never go because my anxiety would be a problem. At the funeral I thought about Terminus and this group. There is so many differences. The one that stands out the most is that our group still had a bit of humanity. We buried Bob and mourned him like it was before. I thought about Terminus watching us. They could be with us right now, waiting to attack, for us to let our guard down. I shiver thinking about it. My nightmare last night was about Bob. For having nightmares every night of my life, even before this world, I've never gotten used to them. Ever since my parents left, I could never get a good night sleep. I run on about 3 hours of sleep every night. I think I lose a little bit of myself everyday when I wake up to nightmares. I shiver and listen to the rest of the funeral. After it's over, everyone walks back to the church, besides Sasha. I walk towards her and sits down next to her looking at the grave.
"I'm sorry," I say. She doesn't answer. I sit there for a minute with her than I get up and head back to the church. I tried.
"What happened?" Carl asked sitting next to me on the pew.
"Not now, please." I wasn't ready to talk about it.
"I hear you wake up every night. I was just wondering if you were okay," he said looking at the dusty floor boards. Carl was okay. My heart dropped and I stopped cold. "What were you running from?" He asked.
How was I supposed to answer? I shook my head. "Just myself I guess."
"I don't believe it, you can tell me." He says. Carl can be a brat but he's okay. But I can't tell. I kept quiet.
I look around at the group. Rick is sat down it his baby, Maggie and Glen are in the corner talking. Micchone is sitting talking o Tyreese, Gabriel is God knows where. I scan around again. Where's Daryl? I hadn't really stopped to notice he was gone. He must be hunting or something. That women with the pixie cut was missing too.
"Where is Daryl and that other woman?" I asked Carl.
"Him and Carol went missing around the same time you did."
"Oh," I said trying to hide the worry on my face.
Abraham and some others were leaving for Washington tomorrow. That night everyone was sleeping and someone knocked on the door.
My head instantly lifted up.
"Go," Rick whispered and escorted everyone into a small room in the church.
"Come on out, we know you're there." I recognized the voice almost instantly. Gareth.
I began to shake and my teeth chatter. I look around at everyone. Rick puts his figure to his lips shushing me.
Gareth asks many more times for us to come out but we don't budge, Judith begins to cry and I hear footsteps walk up to the room, then all at once Rick and a couple other adults leave the room and lunge at Gareth and his group. He shuts the door behind him so the ones left in the room don't see what's going on. I can here it though. I hear the sound of crushed skulls and gunshots, then I here as what's left of Gareth and he others being dragged out the door. I didn't move.
This is my group, my family, but when they did that to Gareth I was scared.
I sat in the room and shook for a long minute as everyone else left the room.
Who are these people?