gearhead73
Hi-tech Redneck
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The sun was starting to hang lower in the sky and the slight breeze that had been hitting my face had grown slightly cooler. I could hear the frogs hollering in the distancae and every once in a while I would catch a glimpse of a lightning bug as it haphazardly flew through the trees. Night was coming. I used to embrace the darkness, not starting my day until well into the evening hours. I would roll out of bed late in the afternoon, hung over or coming down from my latest vice, and shower if I had crashed someplace that had one, or just lay around until after the street lights had started to flicker on. The night gave me freedom, and protection, shielding me from prying eyes that would be able to see what I would have to do that particular evening to eat, or find something to make me feel well again. That was before.
Now I dreaded the night. It was the time when I was most vulnerable. It was hard to sleep knowing that at any moment a walker, or whatever was left of one, could amble or crawl up on you looking for its next meal. The daytime wasn't much better, but at least I could see, or hear the woods around me come to life at the approach of an intruder. The prison had been a sanctuary. I never thought I would ever hear myself say that I wished I were back at a prison. Yet, as I sit here leaning against a tree, watching the flames flicker from the small fire, that is exactly what I was thinking. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as the images of my friends lying dead or dying in the courtyard and surrounding field come rushing back. I could never go back, the Gov had made fucking sure of that. The fences were destroyed, the walls blown to shit, and even if there were a secure area, everyone was dead as far as I knew, except for me and Beth.
I looked over at her setting on the opposite side of the fire, her young face sad, and understandably so. She had just lost her father, and possibly her sister. I had thought Maggie had made it out on the bus, but I couldn't be sure. After the first shot from the Gov's tank, I grabbed whoever was standing beside me and tore ass to the woods. She had watched as Hershel's head rolled from his body, to lie there twitching on the grass. It had felt like someone had ripped my guts out as I stood beside there at the fence, so helpless to stop it. Her dad was a stand-up guy and had always treated me with respect, something that I had never experienced before. I would miss him, as I would the rest of the people that I had started to think of as friends, maybe even family.
I stole another glance before looking back at the slowly burning fire. I guess the best way I could honor him, would be to do whatever I could to keep her safe, to make sure she went on living, if that's what you called this.
Now I dreaded the night. It was the time when I was most vulnerable. It was hard to sleep knowing that at any moment a walker, or whatever was left of one, could amble or crawl up on you looking for its next meal. The daytime wasn't much better, but at least I could see, or hear the woods around me come to life at the approach of an intruder. The prison had been a sanctuary. I never thought I would ever hear myself say that I wished I were back at a prison. Yet, as I sit here leaning against a tree, watching the flames flicker from the small fire, that is exactly what I was thinking. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as the images of my friends lying dead or dying in the courtyard and surrounding field come rushing back. I could never go back, the Gov had made fucking sure of that. The fences were destroyed, the walls blown to shit, and even if there were a secure area, everyone was dead as far as I knew, except for me and Beth.
I looked over at her setting on the opposite side of the fire, her young face sad, and understandably so. She had just lost her father, and possibly her sister. I had thought Maggie had made it out on the bus, but I couldn't be sure. After the first shot from the Gov's tank, I grabbed whoever was standing beside me and tore ass to the woods. She had watched as Hershel's head rolled from his body, to lie there twitching on the grass. It had felt like someone had ripped my guts out as I stood beside there at the fence, so helpless to stop it. Her dad was a stand-up guy and had always treated me with respect, something that I had never experienced before. I would miss him, as I would the rest of the people that I had started to think of as friends, maybe even family.
I stole another glance before looking back at the slowly burning fire. I guess the best way I could honor him, would be to do whatever I could to keep her safe, to make sure she went on living, if that's what you called this.
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