Images raced into his mind of what he'd missed. What he could reclaim.
It still felt off. Like a white lie a child tells.
I'm out.
I'm never going to see that place again.
He couldn't believe the words quite yet, and patience came like snow.
He was pounding away at four minutes of lungs rasping, chest heaving, when his legs gave out and he tumbled to the ground, chin colliding with a particularly inconvenient rock.
Damn.
He got up slowly. His fingers sparked, like what should I do, chatter. His breathing swung up and down.
The panic finally sunk needles into his skin.
They could send out search parties. If he was out, he was vulnerable. What was that boy's name, Oliver? It would be like that.
And this time, he would die. There was no April to save him.
Plus, he remembered, eyes widening. I don't know how to get to Alexandria from here.
An orange sickness crawled into his throat. Suddenly, his surroundings seemed much darker, the trees leering over his tiny, tiny body.
The power left his body in a wink.
Carl took a breath. Didn't he used to be able to steel himself? He locked himself behind cinderblock walls and inch-thick bars. Let his emotions rot away until they were but swill and stink lingering in the air.
No. That was a coping mechanism, not reality. Those emotions were like acid, eating through his mind and his fortifications like a sponge. He dripped neons from his eye. He poured all over his body and onto the ground and it was like acrylic, really. He was smothered.
He dragged himself into the tightest knot of vegetation he could find, and let himself go.
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As soon as the sun came up, a man was already roaming the halls of the Sanctuary. Every morning, it was his job to wake and feed the prisoners.
The savior knocked on the cell door, threw it open. Yelled at the prisoners inside with a heavy gruff voice, rise and fucking shine. Threw an open can of dog food and watched it spill all over the floor like coarse brown guts.
He watched the vermin race to lap it up.
Laughing, he slammed the door shut, and moved onto the next. He was such an asshole.
Wasn't this the kid's cell? There was a twinge of something. He gripped the door handle.
Rise and fucking sh—
Nobody.
His shadow danced along an uninterrupted expanse of light.
He released a breath. Well shit.
He immediately called to mind the other man who had just escaped. With the gross hair. One of Negan's VIPs, like the kid was.
The savior who had found his absence.... the man felt a pang of fear of what would happen to himself.
And yet. Fear wasn't the only emotion that gouged his body.
There was something there, in the way the kid slumped in his line. His cheeks sunken into his scowl.
It reminded the man of what he used to have.
He went to his supervisor. Reported the kid's departure. Resumed his day.
Although that wasn't enough to change him, it would soon be his undoing.
He would go on to die that evening.
How this tragic circle turns.
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fun fact the first chapter of this went up a year ago from tomorrow (dec 27 2016)
yes that means that I've been writing this story for a year... wtf right
also happy late birthday to declan mckenna and happy birthday to jonathon ng (eden)
ily all. missed you. happy holidays again. hope to see you soon :)
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