Her bottom lip was nestled between her teeth, chewing softly in concern. Her taste buds became tinted with a copper twinge, and the blonde soon busied herself by nervously fiddling with a loose string on her sweater. Azure hues glanced at the man before her as the melody of his response broke the silence, the ghost of a smile forming on her chapped lips.
❝Good, that’s… Good,❞ she nodded, golden tendrils falling before her face. ❝I’d be a lot better if I knew anythin’ about Maggie. We got separated, and I haven’——❞ her voice breaks, concern and sorrow preventing her vocal chords from having full range. Her eyes are pleading, begging for any news about her sister. Good or bad, it would be something.
They’d lost so much and they’d tried so hard at making things work. He found himself hoping, praying that something good would come there way, much like the prison had when all hope had been lost. They were stuck in the same continuos routine of survival. They’d find somewhere good, then the worst would happen and they would have to run, then they’d be on the road, ready to start that routine all over again. It seemed, that no matter what they did, they would always be on the run.
If anything, they needed to regroup, find the others and start again. Rick was holding on to the edge of the cliff, knowing that if one more terrible thing were to happen, he would fall, give in, allow it to defeat him. ❝ I haven’t seen them either, ❞ he admitted to her, lowering his head as he did so. Then some form of hope sparked up inside of him, they had one lead, one place to go. ❝ There’s a place. A Sanctuary for all. They might have gone there. ❞
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