YAY! Meet the Saints. My irish boys! I tried to write the accent as I remembered it from school and from books I read in said accent. Sorry if it is too much.
No way out
Georgia - Six month before the outbreak-
He was hiding ever since those fucking idiots decided to break out of prison. Ever since that they were spying on him too. Merle said that the police was searching for him. So he did what he always did. Run away into the woods. It's been three weeks now and he just sneaked into his house twice to collect some clothes and arrows. Merle was bringing him food once in a while and news on the saints. "It is fucking annoying that that bastard has your face. How is that even possible?"
"What do I know. A bad joke of nature."
"Or maybe god."
"Yeah. Sure. That would fit and who the hell calls himself "Saint"."
Merle shrugged. "Ya okay lil' brother? Need anythin' else?"
"No. Thanks bro." Merle gave him a clap on the shoulder and made his way back through the woods. Daryl was alone. Again. He hated it sometimes and now he can't go back just because he wasn't so hot on another interrogation from the police. He had seen the police department often enough. First when their mother burned in their old home and then because he and Merle got into fights. He was always dragged into that stuff when he was with Merle. And now someone else was the reason he was hiding. Annoying. Daryl nipped on the water his brother brought and ate the chocolate bar. He should search those idiots and bring them to a police department just so he could have his freedom back. But somehow he wouldn't want them to be caught again. They did good work. He didn't care that they murdered people. As long as they only murdered the bad ones. Rapists, killers, dealers.
Secretly he wished there was someone here that would do, what he couldn't. Someone who would save him from the pain. No he wouldn't go so far and think the most horrible thought anyone could have. But in his situation he would like someone to free him.
From abuse. From fists in his stomach and face. From his Life.
Same time in Boston..
They were hiding in an old apartment that Eunice had brought them to. They had a TV, one bed and hot water. It was tiny and after a couple of weeks they were already fighting over little and stupid things like who was in charge of the remote control. "Give it to me ya fucker. It's my turn.", Murphy shouted while trying to steal the controller out of Connors hand who was only laughing. "Nah lil' bro. Ya' always choosing chick movies. Nat gonna watch one of those again." Connor smiled at his brother who was already red in his face and rage building up. Not long and he would punch him. "And I don't watch one more western or action movie with ya'!
They were fighting like two kids over their favorite toy. "But those are cool and we can learn stuff from them." Murphy stopped in his action and looked at his brother. Then he started laughing. "Oh good Lord Connor! Will you ever shut the fuck up. Your plans sucked and ya' kno' it. We are not livin' in movies. THIS is reality. I can't believe you still think about that shit."
"Pf. Leave me alone."
"I would but we are trapped in that room."
Both crossed their arms over their chest and looked at each other. "I am sick of this shit. We are goin' outside." Murphy eyed his brother confused. "'r ya' insane? They catch us the minute we step outside that door."
Connor sighed, threw the controller to Murph and sat down on the bed. Burying his head in his hands. "We should think about hiding somewhere far from Boston. Maybe back to Ireland", Connor thought out loud.
"As long as you don't want ta' swim across the ocean. 'cause we sure as hell can't fly or buy a ticket for a ship." Murphy sat next to his brother. Neither of them in a mood for a movie. Its been too long that they were out drinking whiskey. Or going to a supermarket or have work. Eunice visited them once a week and sometimes the others were coming too. They had asked them for books, drinks, a card game and newspapers. Just to keep them occupied and keep them from getting mad. "Ya' right. No Ireland then. Maybe we should move south and hide in the woods somewhere."
Connor rubbed his eyes. He was good at planning things but this time he had no idea how they could be free again. They were fucked the moment they started the whole thing. And part of him knew that they would get captured but on the other hand he wanted to go on and fight the bad in the world. Wanted to do good. And now all they could do is hide and wait for a plan to save them. Neither Connor nor Murphy were good at waiting. Murphy hugged Connor and rested his head on Connors shoulder. "At least we are not alone", he whispered.
"Connor nodded and stroked his brothers hair. "No. Its always been us against the world. I won't leave ya' lil' brother of mine."
Murphy hugged him tighter. "And I am not leavin' you either. Never. The moment one of us dies the other one will die too. I love ya' brother."
Connor turned to hug his little brother properly. "Lov' ya' too Murph'. I promise I will find a way out of this. Gimme some time. Maybe speak to Eunice. That's not it. Can't be. This is not the end. There has to be somethin'."
Murphy nodded. "Yeah. God will lead us when the time comes. As he always did."
He looked at Connor and smiled. Both of them automatically grabbed the rosary around their neck. It's been years they heard his call. The moment they knew that they would never have a normal life. They did what had to be done. Now they had to find a new Life, a new purpose. "Murph, how about we write a letter to mum? We can't visit her and call her but Eunice would sure send the letter to her." Murphy smiled. "Yah. Good old mum. She probably is worried sick."
Connor laughed. "She is not."
Murph chuckled and stood up to grab the paper and pen from the table. Both of them lay down on their bed and started writing. For them there was nothing more important than family. They had lost their father in their last fight. Their mum was in Ireland and they hadn't seen her in years. Connor looked to Murphy, while Murphy was writing and he sighed. Without his brother he would have given up a long time ago. But his brother needed him and as long as someone needed him he could go through everything. What he never said, and never would allow himself to show was, that he was the one that needed someone at his side because he was the most fragile thing inside and he felt broken ever since they were born. He was only complete with Murphy around. Two bodys, one soul. That's what he always thought and what everyone was telling them. Perfect synchronisation. Perfect balance And yet, something is missing. In both of their Lifes. But will they ever get it? Will they find a new way? Murphy watched his brother watching him. "I can hear you thinking. what's on yeh mind?"
"Nothin' brother. Nothing." Connor rumpled Murphys hair and smiled. "Nothing. Only planning something in my head." Murphy rolled his eyes and went on writing. Connor did the same even so his head was far away and spinning ideas around in his head.