The light coloured gaze that belongs to a lone female almost darkens in frustration as she notices the sky beginning to dull and bleed into beautiful tones that always signified the oncoming approach of the night and the glistening stars that could only be seen more prominently ever since the world had passed its very own death day. Light pollution has become a thing of the past. Cassie hadn't meant to stay out so late, but she had wanted to prove to herself and members of the Greene family that she was able to survive out in the town as she scavenged for things that would be useful to them.
Maggie had made many trips into town, always refusing Cassie's help. Now, whether or not that was because she couldn't trust her friend to hold her own, she doesn't know but this was something that would only bring concrete proof that she was able to survive. She lets out a sigh at the whole situation, digging into her backpack for the half full bottle of water that she'd managed to ration very well - you couldn't be too careful those days. Such as when you lose track of time and end up staying out hours later than you should. They're so gonna kill me later Cassie mentally remarks to herself, she thought it would be a quick trip but she'd gotten too distracted by trying to be useful.
The woman drops the bottle back into the backpack as she drags her feet along the cooling dirt that had suffered the heat from the punishing Georgian sun. She scans every building in her line of sight, call her a perfectionist but all she can see are the defects with the potential safe shelter. Are you trying to die out here? she asks, as she thinks negatively to herself. Too many breaks in that window, that door looks weak, not enough exit routes. The slow dragging of a pair of feet and snarls causes her to turn suddenly, she hates this part. Cassie knows she can handle herself, she'd done so with those things before she'd found refuge at her old school friend's farm but it isn't something she enjoys. It wouldn't even be the first thing she wished to do, but it had to be done.
I don't have to like it but I'll do it.
Gripping the knife, Cassie slowly advances to meet the dead being halfway, studying its movements intently - a few seconds and it's over. She pulls the knife from their head with little less fight than she was used to, I'm getting better at this she comments to herself in her mind, though a heavy feeling soon begins to settle in her heart as she realises that this person used to have life. They used to have friends and family, they used to have bills to pay, they used to have favourite songs to sing along to. They were human. Cassie doesn't want to believe that she disregarded their humanity so easily in favour of thinking about herself and how well she was able to cope.
This is what you were afraid of. You're losing yourself faster than you thought.
She pushes herself up harshly with a verbal shudder, tears beginning to build. She rubs her eyes with force to banish them away and sniffs. The young woman needs to collect herself before she finds herself in a situation she can't get out of. One of the things she has feared ever since killing the first of those things was losing her humanity.. even before the world turned she knew how despicable people could become. She didn't want to think about who she could become if she survived this world, Cassie didn't want to lose her light or her life - the world was dark as it was.
As if planned perfectly, her eyes settle on an aging liquor cobwebs and dried spray paint were visible from the distance she sadly stood. I remember that, she mused fondly. It was when she and some friends were caught trying to convince someone to buy a bottle of alcohol for them as teenagers - before her father forced them to move out of the town to the next one over. It was a strange sight to see, how these places that held so much life now dead and silent.
Still, the stone walls and bars on the windows are perfect and wash a warming comfort over her entire body, it was safe enough to spend the night in. She only prays silently that trouble doesn't follow in her path.
A small grunt of effort is dropped into the open air from her parted lips as she dedicates little energy and force to open the doors into the building. People had been there before her, the assumption is only confirmed when she makes her way through the door and scans the area - everything, empty. A disbelieving chuckle erupts from her. The end of the world where the dead roam the Earth and what do people go and do? They leave the shelves bare from bottles of alcohol. When you need your wits about you and they want themselves inebriated, Cassie didn't want to believe it. Human nature was still a surprising thing.
With a bicycle lock secured to prevent anything or anyone gaining entry into her temporary housing, the woman allows herself some steady breaths before she overturns one of the few chairs from it's upside down position on the floor to sit down on it. There isn't much effort when she lifts the bag to the table, not much was left to scavenge. Cassie is happy with what she did get however, smiling to herself when she pulls out dried food that would be beneficial in the long run and the batteries that would be needed soon. There were a few other trinkets that may or may not be of use but she proved something to herself - and for that, she learnt something about herself.
Despite laying herself on the floor to sleep, it doesn't come easy. Her mind is too preoccupied with the noises from the outside of the building, sometimes they were too close to be able to tell if they belonged to the living or the dead. She tries, however, to give a mighty fight with her own mind to fall asleep by scrutinising the dust that littered the creaky floors but it's a fight she's destined to be defeated in. When she finally spots sunlight beginning to break through the clouds to fill the dirtied room, Cassie makes no hesitation in deciding it is a good enough alarm clock. She swiftly realises that she isn't going to be getting anymore sleep and she'd rather be back at the farm anyway.
There's an energetic spring in her step despite the lack of sleep she had been able to get but that doesn't matter, she's happy to be home soon. The nagging thought of Maggie and her family being furious with her lack of notification of her whereabouts lay heavily on her soul - though she was good with confrontation though, her patience was almost never ending.
Her heart beats rapidly as she spots a group of people she had never laid eyes on in her life, they surrounded one of the wells on the property, standing out against the warm shades of the ever growing grass and oversized bushes that were everywhere. The only solace granted to her weary soul is that Maggie is standing with them and does not appear to be in any distress by their presence. She cautiously steps closer and closer to the scene, mentally placing the pieces to make a puzzle - yet even then it's as if her fingers are trying to force pieces that do not fit together.
" Maggie! What's going on? " she calls out to her friend, closing the distance between them with each growing second.
" Ca- where have you been ?! " Maggie shouts, ignoring the question put to her. Maggie storms forward to her friend, eyes have been ignited with a growing fire as she sets her sight on the other woman.
" I went out on a run, I .. I just lost track of time, I guess. " Cassie shrugs effortlessly with an upbeat tone despite the tense atmosphere.
" How do you lose track of time? " scoffs Maggie, she could feel the panic merging with the pain in her veins to form a melted pot of furiosity. " You didn't -? We didn't know where you were! Cassie, Otis is dead. "
The optimistic glow that had powered her journey back to the home is instantaneously diminished until it's no more than dying embers as she allows the words Maggie had just spoken to her to soak in completely. The bag that she held on one shoulder fell to the hay covered grass with a flat thud as she moves closer to her friend to embrace her. In the time Cassie had known the man, he was nothing more than a gentle giant. She can physically feel her heart break into pieces at their loss, the woman clinging to Maggie as she disregards the others who watch curiously momentarily.
" Mag's.. I'm so sorry. "
" Come on, let's get you back. " Maggie speaks, pulling away from Cassie. She tries to paint a lighter image on her features as this. She was grateful that her friend had not suffered a fate that is a mirror image to that of Otis. " Everyone will be happy to know you're here. "
" What happened to him? Who are they? " she asks with curiosity, as she's led back by her friend with an arm around her shoulder.
" They showed up last night, one of their guy's with an injured kid on our doorstep. '' the two walk up the steps of the large house, facing one another. " Couldn't exactly say no. They showed up after. "
A storm slowly battles its through the woman's features as she tries to come to terms with how inverted their situation had quickly become in the hours she had not been present, she doesn't want to shed her tears in front of strangers but you never expected to lose your friends or family under such circumstances. She brings both of her hands to wipe her face - as if to wash the pain away until it was no more than a ghost across her image.
" He died gettin' equipment dad needed to help their boy. "
Cassie is hardly looking forward to any lecture that every Greene in the household probably had for her absence. She admits to herself she should have told them that she was going but her stubbornness prevented her, to her, it was just a quick trip. However quick trips were not to the corner stores now, but what used to be people's own homes. Their sanctuaries that now have become their graves.. providing they were not graced with the blessing to escape from one nightmare into another, one they had more control over.
Her knees bob up and down at a brisk pace as she watches Hershel walk into the room from her seated position on the plush couch in the living room.
" What you did was very irresponsible, Cassie. We wouldn't have been able to send anyone out after you. Between the boy and Otis.. " Hershel's tones are filled to the brim with disappointment, especially as they had the little boy to deal with.
The eye contact shared is broke harshly, she's unable to hold the connection under the burden of his disappointment.
" I'm sorry, I mean it. But you guys wouldn't let me out! Even with Maggie. "
" You must understand there's a reason for these decisions. You might not understand now, but down the road. " Hershel replies gently, his voice is a step above a whisper. He'd known the woman since she was a child - Maggie and her were both so close as children.
A cynical laugh hangs in the air over those in the room, she hates to be so disrespectful to the family who has handed her security with the seclusion the farm provides. On a rare occasion she would find herself forgetting that the world had collapsed into itself, the serenity providing her a peace that was often a missing part that her soul craved from time to time. Cassie certainly doesn't want to offend anyone but she needs them to realise that she wasn't naive as she may present herself to be, she knows how the world works.. though his denial would prove a burdensome load on that plan of hers.
" I understand! I mean it that I'm super grateful for everything, but you need to realise. It's not what you think! " she argues, feeling a tingle in the very ends of her fingertips from the emotion she felt.
" I don't want anyone in this house getting sick, that was the risk that you took without consulting us and it's something that I can't allow to happen again. "
Guilt begins to overwhelm her shuddering body, she knew she did wrong and it was the circumstances that really threw her plan of independence into the deep river of inconveniences but it was a battle she would lose and she knows it's best not to argue. She truly does feel bad that she had added onto the Greene family's stress those two days, she prefers not to burden people after all - knowing there had been incidents in the past that had been out of her control yet she brought down the spectacle from time to time. However, within the dark corners of her mind she yearns to intently to yell at him, to scream they're not sick but rather they are dead. Hershel was a man in denial, and there was nothing harder to break than a man who cannot confront the truth that is right in front of him.
" You're right, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. "
" Look - " Hershel leans forward, and clasped his hands together. He could see both of her parents in her. " I promised your father you would be safe here, and if you're not here that can't happen. "
" May I be excused? " she asks the man, inching towards the end of her seat.
Hershel simply nods, he'd also rather wash his hands of the situation, especially as they had bigger things to worry about now. The new additions to the farm did not taste so sweet on his tongue and the sooner the boy was ready and healthy, the sooner they could leave.
As Cassie stands before the declining state of the mirror, small particles of dust lining the mirror as a light blanket she washes the cooling liquid running from the tap over her face. She can hear the voices from the unknown new arrivals from the open window, needless to say she was curious of the new situation but, there was also a sense of dread clawing its way from her gut. She had a bad feeling that a storm was on its way.
AN: okay this is the first time writing for twd and im nervous and excited, especially as i'm not used to writing in this style! but i hope this will be something you will like soooo just let me know what you liked or what could be done better! we'll be having team family interactions next!