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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Awake My Soul Mumford & Sons
Sophia
Sometimes quiet is good.
It means there's no fighting. No screaming and yelling. No crying. Just quiet.
Mom and I haven't spoken since our argument last night. It's now the late afternoon and we've both been avoiding each other all morning.
She hasn't even entered the same room as me, just stayed up in her own room. I don't know what she's doing and right now I don't care.
I'm mad at her. This whole time i've been confused and i've been upset, but now i'm angry. I'm angry at my mother for doing this to me. For leaving me and shutting me out. I don't understand how she can hurt me like this.
I want to go home. I want to see Jessie. She'd never treat me like this. She'd never shut me out. She'd never hurt me like my mother does.
I miss her so much.
I can't stop thinking about her and how she's doing. I wonder if she's doing better or if me leaving so suddenly set her off. I hope not. I regret not saying goodbye.
I didn't mean to forget, I just didn't have time.
I grab a cup from the cupboard and grab a couple of oranges from the overflowing bowl on the kitchen table. We have more fruit to an we can eat at this point, thanks to Ezekiel, Jerry, Benjamin, and everyone else from the kingdom who keeps non-discretely leaving baskets on our doorstep.
It reminds me of the sympathy gift baskets the neighbors would leave on our doorstep back home after a loud night of Dad screaming at Mom and I.
I've never liked fruit baskets.
I shake the thought and grab a thin cloth towel from the drawer besides the stove and place it over my glass. I cut grab a knife from the drawer and cut the oranges in halves before tossing the knife into the sink. I'll deal with it later. Right now I don't feel like cleaning or other bullshit.
I hold the rag around the rim of my glass and squeeze an orange half over it, draining it or it's juice and squeezing out the pulp and seeds.
