Unwanted Memories
Michonne ate the bar nonchalantly, already being accustomed to the moans and groans of the walkers in the distance. It was something that became part of their daily lives, and it was something that had to be heard. It was almost as if the walkers wanted to be heard, and that’s what mainly agitated the woman.
“If you say so.” And with that, she took a chomp out of the granola bar, chewing as if she would win a prize. She had never been the cleanest eater, but it never seemed to bother her or anyone around her— as long as she cleaned it up.
“Seriously? I spy? Isn’t there anything more entertaining?"
Rick placed his head against the cool brick wall of the room they were in. He rolled his head from side to side, hoping to relieve the pain in his shoulders. Walking always seemed to wear him down - it was usually because of all the bags he had to carry on his shoulders. Rick watched as she ate happily, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
He ignored the fact he felt slightly hungry - these days, he didn’t eat until he could barely take it anymore. There was no point in wasting food on a somewhat empty stomach. He used to play the game with his son all the time when they had nothing better to do - it was usually after he picked his son up from school and they’d hang out in the Sheriff’s car.
"Used to be entertaining before all this shit happened.”
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