He's Our Future

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖 - 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕗

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" I'd like to propose a toast." Abraham started,

"I look around this room... and I see survivors. Each and every one of you has earned that title. To the survivors." He finished.

I sat with my back against the wall tuning out what was happening around me. I was so glad we found Jacob.

I felt someone nudge my leg. I broke out of whatever trance I was in and looked up. Daryl stood in front of me.

"Here, got you some food." He handed me the can, "I'm going to give Jacob some. Did you want to come with me?"

I stood, and we walked towards one of the rooms he was in, pushing the door open. The bed was empty.

I had let out an audible gasp which caught everyone's attention.

"Where is he?" Daryl spoke up.

"I checked on him an hour ago. He was here." Maggie told us.

"Bob is missing too!" Sasha said.

"We have to go find him I just got him back!" I looked around and headed towards the doors.

"It's dark. We can't go out until morning. You know the rules, Rose." Daryl grabbed me.

"Screw the rules!" I replied angrily.

Rick stepped forward, "Daryl and Carol will go out and check around the perimeter. In the meantime, sit down and relax. Jacob will come back. And if he doesn't within the next hour, we'll go look." He said.

Carol walked towards the door, following Daryl. Soon they disappeared out the church doors.

--Third Person Point of View--

Jacob walked behind Bob. The boy wanted out of the Church for a little bit but was afraid to ask. Bob stopped walking and gripped the tree, seeming to cry.

As the boy stood behind him, they couldn't hear the person sneaking up behind them. Soon they were both out. Coming to Bob and Jacob were tied up to a post. A voice that Bob recognized spoke up.

"You waking up?" He paused,

"Ah, you're back with us, huh? Good news is... you're not dead yet." He tried to make them feel better, but this terrified the little boy that was near Bob.

"That's a relief. Right? But try not to read too much into the word yet there. It'll just drive you crazy, Bob. I want to explain myself a little. You see, we didn't want to hurt you- before. We didn't want to pull you away from your group or scare you. These aren't things that we want to do. They're things we got to do. You and your people took away our home." Gareth kept talking.

"That's fair play. Now we're out here like everybody else trying to survive. And in order to do that, we have to hunt." Gareth got closer to Bob.

"Didn't start that way, eating people. It was evolved into that. We evolved. We had to, to survive. And now we've devolved into hunters. I told you. I said it. We can't go back, Bob. I hope you understand that nothing happening to you now is personal. Yeah, you put us in this situation, and it is almost kind of a cosmic justice for it to be you, but- we would have done this to anybody." Jacob finally looked over at the man, who was eating something.

"We will. But at the end of the day, no matter how much we hate all this ugly business... a man's got to eat." It was evident that Bob was scared, his breathing picked up, and he tried to move around.

"If it makes you feel any better... you taste much better than we thought you would. I like women better. Most of us do. My brother Alex has-- also currently dead because of Rick-- he had a theory that it was because of the extra layer of fat that women have, you know, for childbearing. Even the skinny girls have it. Like that pretty one-- Sasha?" Gareth chuckled.