⤐ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.
"I need you to listen to me. When we're out there together, if I say run, run. If I tell you to leave me, then damn it, you le...
'my ghosts will rejoice in knowing my wrath is their vengeance.' -monique orgeron
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I'm looking.. for someone. Who am I supposed to be looking for? They're lost... I'm supposed to be looking for them. Girl. Little girl. Sophia.
I'm supposed to be looking for Sophia.
Why am I here? I need to find her.
No... not Sophia.
Sophia's dead.
They're all dead, aren't they?
No, no, I'm looking, looking... looking for someone.
Who is she? She's there... green eyes. I see them.
So beautiful.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Daryl groaned as he curled into a ball against the damp concrete floor, ears ringing sharply through the melody of Easy Street blasting through the door repeatedly. He sucked in a shaky breath that felt like sucking a cactus down into his swollen throat.
Everything was swollen; everything hurt.
I can see her face, her eyes... yes, yes. I see them.
Ace.
Zeppelin.
I see her.
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"Where is he!?" Thunder rolled over Zeppelin's plea, a touch of warning as she paced between the ravine's edge and Lisa's body slumped against a tree.
Static buzzed over the channel before a man's voice demanded, "Who the fuck is this?"
"How'd you get on this channel?" Another echoed.
"Answer the goddamn question," she snapped. A drop of rain landed between her brows, and she wiped it away. "Where.. is Negan?"
Lisa stirred behind her, her body slowly regaining control as tiny pearls of crystal-tipped water drizzled between the thick canopy of leaves. Zepp dug in her pack for the thin rope, her other hand clenched tightly around the walkie-talkie. She could hear footsteps running down cement hallways over the fuzzy static, voices mumbling words like who, how, and where. She was sure they were wondering if she was a problem they could handle themselves or something they needed to get the big boss involved in.
