Surviving The Apocalypse

Daryl returned after some time, opening the gate as she was allowed in. "C'mon. Ya on probation, any wrong moves and ya out on ya ass. Got it?" He started walking to the prison, showing her around. "So what do you want first, food or shower?"

Maggie knew that there was no point in stopping Daryl from coming with her. If there’s one thing that she’s learned over the years, it’s that anyone in this group was just as stubborn as she was. Plus if she had to have someone watch her back she was glad that it was Daryl Dixon. “Alright just make sure you speak up if that wound needs tending to alright? I don’t want you getting an infection over something stupid.” 

He packed up some things, but mostly keeping an eye on her. Daryl worried about her. It had become an unspoken vow to him, to watch over her because Glenn couldn't. "Even if ya aint good, just wanted to check in. Nothin' wrong with talkin shit out, even if it feels pointless." In his own way, he was offering an ear. "How are you and little Glenn Jr. doing?" Of course Lori had been pregnant in the group, some time back. While he felt it was something he could handle, he still worried. "Ready to go mama?" He teased.

Daryl finally spoke up again, after clearing his throat. "How many walkers ya killed?" He pointed to the dead, as he had heard others call them different things. "How many people have ya killed, and why?" Daryl knew, Rick especially would want to know the answers to these questions. He had to have the answers, that way maybe they could discuss things. She needed food, water, clothes...shelter if they decided to let her in.

There was a sigh. While his community had more then enough supplies and he had got a decent amount on this run. He hadn’t gotten what he felt like was enough to satisfy him. That didn’t matter now though. 

What mattered was getting back home. To the community that he lead. He had the window open though as he was passing by a certain place. A hospital? He heard the sound of attempted escape. A bunch of movement. He got out of his car and moved further in. 

Seeing a young woman and people chasing after her. She clearly didn’t want to be here but they were trying to make her. She looked familiar. Wait a second.. He’d seen her before! They hadn’t spoken, but she was in Hershel’s window.

This was the safest she felt in a long time, and it certainly helped to have Lee and Clementine back in her life. “Me too.” Beth smiled, as he said he was glad he found her when he had. Her face went more somber for a moment. “There are still people, trapped at Grady Hospital. I want to go with you, when you go to try and help the others. Maybe we could grab some supplies as well.” Beth didn’t like the idea of stealing from others, but felt she deserved something for the torture she endured. Beth knew they could discuss it further, later on. 

     Normalize authors needing to clear their space.

     Normalize a role player’s fluctuating interest in topics. 

Lucille had been on her own for...well she didn’t know how long it had been now. It had certainly been a while. She was doing her best to just keep moving, putting distance between herself and the growing evils of the world. Lucille missed her husband, her other half. A hope that he was out there still, was her only reason to cling to life. Lucille took out some walkers, before realizing she saw a large building not far off. It was dangerous, but she’d never know if it was truly dangerous if she didn’t explore it. 

Walking through the expansive field, she was getting more nervous the closer she got. Lucille could see there were people there, there had to be a lot more inside. Adjusting the ratty back pack on her shoulder, she walked to what she assumed was the front gate. Lucille kicked the gate. “Hey, hey! Could you spare some water?” She licked her dry lips, hoping someone would answer. “I have stuff to trade, I just need some water.” 

Hearing him clear his throat, the more softer tone in his voice. His voice was calming, but she felt maybe that was because of the similarity. But as he spoke his name, she looked up rapidly. Seeing him, she felt her heart race and her eyes well with tears. “Honey, I’m home.” Lucille choked out, smiling with tears of joy. It felt like a dream, and if it was she sure as Hell didn’t want to wake up.

Other days:

Me: 

There was a sigh. While his community had more then enough supplies and he had got a decent amount on this run. He hadn’t gotten what he felt like was enough to satisfy him. That didn’t matter now though. 

What mattered was getting back home. To the community that he lead. He had the window open though as he was passing by a certain place. A hospital? He heard the sound of attempted escape. A bunch of movement. He got out of his car and moved further in. 

Seeing a young woman and people chasing after her. She clearly didn’t want to be here but they were trying to make her. She looked familiar. Wait a second.. He’d seen her before! They hadn’t spoken, but she was in Hershel’s window.