𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | TWD [Book 1]

XVII. The Wall of Emotion

In this desolate reality, the concept of survival has metamorphosed into an intricate dance of existence. Each individual in this new world grapples with the meaning of survival, shaped by their unique experiences. Born into a world dominated by the struggle for life, some have known nothing but the harsh lessons of survival from the moment of their birth.

The once-taboo act of killing has become a necessary skill for survival. art of killing becomes a necessary dance with death, a macabre ballet choreographed by the relentless pursuit of life in the face of unrelenting adversity. For those who must wield the blade or pull the trigger, it's a harsh education written in the blood of both the fallen and the still standing. The lines between predator and prey blur in a world where the distinction between right and wrong dissolves like mist in the cold dawn.

In the old world, it was a deed associated with illegality and ethical conflicts. However, in this transformed existence, individuals find themselves compelled to take lives in order to safeguard their own. The lines between morality and necessity blur as they navigate this world where survival often demands actions that were once unthinkable.

As the survivors navigate this dystopian tableau, the echoes of their pasts resurface, casting long shadows over their present. Each chapter unfolds with the weight of unspoken histories, the unrelenting march of time leaving indelible scars on their souls. They learn not just to survive, but to thrive in the haunting symphony of survival and killing, where the price of existence is etched into the very fabric of their being.

"Ready?"

Amidst the chaotic symphony of groans and screams, Rick swings open the gate, ushering the group into the courtyard, a battleground littered with the walking dead. T-Dog takes the lead, swiftly dispatching a walker with a precise stab to the head. In their relentless pursuit, Daryl, Rick, Madeleine, Maggie, and Glenn follow suit, blades poised for the grim dance of death.

The air is thick with tension as they growl, a primal chorus that echoes in the courtyard. Their movement is deliberate, each step forward an assertion of their will against the encroaching darkness. The prison, a beacon of hope on the horizon, becomes the focal point of their desperate charge.

Meanwhile, Hershel, Carl, Carol, Lori, and Beth work strategically to draw the attention of walkers to the fence. With calculated movements, they entice the undead towards the fence where their fate will be sealed with a deadly thrust through the head.

It's a coordinated effort, a ballad of survival and strategy in the midst of chaos.

"Come on! Hey, come on! Hey! Hey, over here! Come on! Hey come here!"

With each swing and thrust, the group relentlessly clears the first courtyard of its macabre inhabitants. The once teeming space is now eerily silent, the lifeless bodies of walkers serving as a grim testament to the group's prowess in the face of adversity. The air, heavy with the stench of death, begins to settle, and a fleeting moment of respite allows the survivors to gather their breath.