Temni Ochi
Anais stared across the campfire at Jim after finishing her meal, which for once in a while wasn't totally charred. But it wasn't the food that stuck on her mind when she gazed across the fire at the dark eyed man.
He looked like the world was heavy on his shoulders, weighing on him so much that it would engulf him right before their eyes. She shared those dark eyes earlier that morning, when nothing but once forgotten memories were consuming her soul, eating her alive, and bringing nothing but fear back into her heart.
Anais shook the thoughts from her mind, remembering this was not the place nor ever the time to loose herself to something she could never change. She had to move on, let go, and remember she had control of her life, not the memories.
But Jim… he seemed plagued by them.
Dale was sharing a story about his watch, while Anais contemplated the events that had happened that day. She'd missed when Shane had to tie up Jim. Petyr had said he was digging holes up on an overlook of the camp. And for some reason this concerned everyone…
"Where are you going?" Andre asked suddenly, her gaze curious as she watched her sister stand and maneuver around her chair.
"I have to pee," Amy groaned, embarrassment flushing her cheeks, "Jeez, you try to be discreet around here…"
The group around the fire chuckled, amused not only because of the situation but also because Amy was right. In this place privacy was a gift and one nearly everyone cherished.
For the few minutes that were to come, Anais actually felt like her heart was at ease. But the minute she heard Amy's cry of pain, Anais drew all of her lovely hopes and dreams away, taking in the sight of her best friend being torn into like a piece of steak. That was the first time Anais screamed. Petyr, who stood next to her, his gaze watching the very same event unfold before him, had never ever anticipated to hear such a sound form from her lips.
Reflexes kicked in, and Petyr placed his hand over Anais's mouth so that she would not make another sound to draw the creepers to her. He gathered her up by the waist – she was already so small and frail from the sudden weight loss and it was like picking up a plastic bag at the grocery - and followed Shane to the RV, his shotgun blasting a path to safety. The creepers were everywhere, crawling, dragging, moaning and groaning. They looked like feral animals dying for their first meal in months. Had it been months? No, weeks maybe, but definitely not months.
Andrea was already trying her best to console her dying sister, tears streaking her sun kissed cheeks. Shane was spouting off commands to everyone to get to get to the camper, but it was all just a massive caotic mess. There was no hope for the panic, they were being torn apart, chewed on by the neck, arms, legs… It was a feeding frenzy. The kind you would watch on Shark Week when the bucket of slop would stain the ocean surface. There was no hope.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Walking Dead, just Anais and Petyr.