Pinkie is seen outside the camp. When she hears a familiar voice call out her name. She turns to see the ghost of Phillip Blake. His face not left with any marks from the bullet.
Pinkie gasps and grabs for her Colt 32.
"Don't bother wasting your ammo.. I'm already dead." Phillip said.
"So what? Now your gonna haunt me Governer?.. Why not Michonne?" Pinkie said, more annoyed than anything. Only we the readers know Phillip by name. Well.. Rick briefly heard it at Woodbury.
"Michonne got emotionally past me.. You did not.. I'm still in your head." Phillip said.
"So what? Your my conscious, or some bullshit?"
"More or less." Phillip said.
"You know going back to these people is a mistake.. I never would of found you. If Rick hasn't followed that crashed helicopter.. He's a curse Pinkie.. He gets people killed."
"You would of found us one way or another.. You had your researches.. If anyone's at fault.. It's Michonne for not finishing you off at Woodbury.. But I'm sure she already knows that. Don't need me reminding her." Pinkie said.
"What about when Rick killed Dexter.. Or what Carly said he did to Joe.. Rick's losing it Pinkie.. Soon he'll become no better than I was." Phillip said.
"How did you know about that?"
"I'm from your head Lancer. I know all 'you' know." Phillip said.
"Well.. Your not gonna scare me.. People like you and Elwood don't scare me.. Not anymore." Pinkie said.
"There will ALWAYS be people like me Pinkie." Phillip warned.
Pinkie doesn't responde.
"This apocalypse leaves humanity lawless.. People like me, are out there.. With no cops to stop us.. You said it yourself. There's no honour in any of this." Phillip said.
"Rick believes we can change.. So does Carly." Pinkie said.
"We're see Pinkie. We're see."
Pinkie is lightly shaken awake by Abraham. She and Abraham share a tent. Though he doesn't actually use it much. Luckily for her. As he's large man. And it's a small tent.
They only have three tents. And Johnny already called dibs on sharing Carly's.
"Pinkie. I'm going hunting.. Wanna come?" Abraham asked. holding his sawed off AK47.
"Alright.. Sure." Pinkie yawned.
"Leave your guns. We're share the rifle.. Save on ammo." Abraham says.
Pinkie nodes in understanding. Not telling him about her dream.
"Won't we wake the others?" Pinkie asked.
"Probably. But they don't sleep much anyway." Abraham replied.
Pinkie throws on her a her famish black zip up hoodie. Michael found it at the prison aftermath, and knew it was Pinkie's. Rosita said he even hugged it the first time. Thinking it meant Pinkie was dead. Michael never known her too well. But still grown to like her.
"Any breakfast? I'm starving." She said.
Abraham hands her canned food, saying he wasn't hungry.
"Huh. Canned.. It's like I never we never left Alanta." Pinkie tired chuckled, started eating it with her hands. As she has no fork.
"I'll wait near the forest." Abraham said, leaving the tent.
"Sure." Pinkie said, still trying to eat the canned food without a fork.
Something about characters eating that I like posting.. Espically for camping.
