Chapter 38: Sam and Ana
They were always together, it felt like.
He didn't dislike her for having an injured leg, unlike others who looked at her with pity.
The refugee center was horrible, the fire...she'd had nightmares about people who stomped on her.
Sam would comfort her after every one of her nightmares.
If it wasn't for Sam, she didn't know what she would do.
The two nice people, the man and woman, turned up. Though they seemed friendly enough, they seemed guarded, scarred even.
Sam couldn't blame them, just like everyone else, the world was brutal.
No one didn't suffer.
They said they'd be back, so they might as well occupy themselves.
She figured she'd go pick fruit from the greenhouse again.
But this time, she was ambushed, surrounded on all sides by walkers.
"SAM!" She screamed.
Sam raced to her side, in time to find them attacking her.
"RUN! JUST RUN!" She shouted.
Sam did the only thing he could do, he ran, leaving her behind to be eaten.
"Were you looking for sanctuary?"
They were nice-looking strangers, and offered him a place to be safe.
"You're for dinner, Sam."
A terrified Sam was brought before Rick.
'Help me! Help me!' He hissed in his head.
He could barely even scream before his throat was slashed, and he died, alone, forgotten and disregarded.
