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I hum while walking down the street enjoying the nice cool air.

"Is the air too cold for you Ron?" i ask.

Of course there is no answer....

You used to complain about how cold it was...

You HATED winter.....

"Lets go inside so were warm." I said.

I start walking over to my house but then i see Enid waving me over. I know she is just trying to be nice for pity.

I continue to walk to my house.

I open my house door and walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table.
Staring at the wall for a good 30 seconds hurts your eyes.

I lay my head down in my hands.

"You okay?"

Ugh. Its Rick.

"Im just fine." i say.

I start to get up but he pushes me back down.

"Can i help you?!" i say in a irritated tone.

"We need to talk about your behavior..." Rick says.

"Oh really?" i say starting to get a bit sassy.

"Yeah, you have been rude to everyone latly and im sick and tierd of it!" Rick says in an angry tone.

"Well im sick and tierd of talking to them and you so leave me alone!" i yell.

"THEN LEAVE!" he full on is yelling now.

I pause for a minute before getting up and walking up to my room and grabbing my boots and putting them on.

I grab my hat and put that on too.

I grab a bag and put 3 pistols and 2 hand knifes in there.

I walk down the steps and im about to open the door till Rick says "were are you going?"

I look at him and say "im leaving, that is what you wanted... But Im not doing it for you im doing it for me."

I open the door till my dad grabs my shoulder and says "you'll die!"

I look at the ground then back at him i pause for a moment and whisper"okay."

I walk out the door and down the street.

I see Maggie standing there as the guard.

"Were you going Carl?" she asks.

I keep on walking.

I open the gate.

I close it back and walk out.

"CARL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she yells.

I turn around and say "im leaving."

She keeps on yelling for me but i keep walking.

I then see Daryl running after me so i start running.

The good thing is im young and he is old so i can run faster.

After like an half hour im finally away.

I lean against a tree to gain my breath.

"This is going to be a long life..." i say.












Without you...

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