this place was odd, almost unreal to her.
how could this kind of place still even exist after so long?
you’d think after being this long into the apocalypse
it’d only be a pipe dream.oh, but this place was real alright.
real down to the generators, and the shower that washed away all the blood and dirt.
how long had it been since she truely felt this clean?
probably back when they lived on the farm.
it was still strange, the people still had her on edge and with
no one she cared for around, she was left to defend herself.
at least, that’s what she assumed until she saw the three of them.’ rick! ’ she exclaimed, before her arms were wrapped around his figure in a tight embrace.
When his arms wrapped around her, he almost felt like he’d
found another piece of home.
He held her close to him, allowed himself to absorb the affection
she was showing him. Her gentle touch only brought back the
guilt he felt inside. He brushed it aside and focused on the
moment they were sharing.
He clutched at the fabric that covered her torso before pulling back
slightly, the ghost of a smile on his lips - it was still very difficult to
smile, even though they’d found something good. He watched as the
other survivors that seemed to run the place left the room, left them alone.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he’d spent a lot of time with her at the prison, she
had become very important to him, and to see that she was alive was the
greatest gift he’d been given for a while. Now that she was here, he could start
repairing himself again, repairing everything that was fragile and broken.
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