The tale of The Archer, The Survivor, and the Cowboy.
An alternate ending for the OG teens in The Walking Dead.
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What if the group never found Sophia in the barn? What is she'd gotten away and was alive th...
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S o p h i a
'Stupid Ron. Why didn't he just come inside? I get he's mad about Enid, but would he seriously rather die?'
I head into the kitchen and see Enid heading straight for the living room.
I want to say something. Hell, my brain is screaming at me too, but I don't know what to say. All of these thoughts and feelings, and I can't get a single one out.
Unable to face her, I fiddle with the grip on my gun. Carl follows in after me and just stares out the window, watching cautiously for any signs of danger.
'She was just going to leave without saying goodbye. She was just gonna leave me.'
I bite my lip to hold back my frustration, and I cross my arms in a sorry attempt of comforting myself.
I'm drawn out from my thoughts by a shuffling sound coming from the other room. Carl heard it too, because he finally looks away from the window and puts his gun down onto the kitchen table.
"Enid?" Carl makes his way into the living room where Enid was supposed to be. I follow after him and he looks around the empty room, while I stare blankly at the floor.
'She really left.'
Carl goes over to the door and picks up a half sheet of paper and sighs.
The kitchen timer suddenly goes off for whatever Mom was cooking, making me jump a little. Carl folds the note in half, putting it in his pocket, and heading into the kitchen to turn off the oven. I go in behind him and sit at the island. I watch him grab the oven mitts, and take the casserole out, sitting it on top of the stove.
"You hungry?" He asks plainly, turning around to be met with my unamused look.
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E n i d
"Ugh!" I grunt, hastily pulling my knife out of a geek's skull, and checking to make sure no more are around.
The alleyway is clear, and I quickly run over to the door of an old shop. It's one of those two level ones with a store at the bottom, and a loft up top, so hopefully it'll be a good place to hold up. At least for the time being and the geeks pass.
There's a ton for some reason. They're just flooding the streets. Sneaking around town has been a bitch, but I haven't had too many problems so far.
