potensxpythonissam-archive ;   "Daddy!" The five year old walks up to him rubbing her eyes, "Daddy I has a bad dream." She sniffle softly, clinging to his leg. "You and Papa left and I couldn't find you!" She cries making the lights fade in and out.

_{The man that had previously been soaked in walker blood clung to his daughter, just as she clung to him. He hated seeing her like this, he hated watching her fall apart at such a young age. She was supposed to be joyous, full of life. ❝ Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. ❞ He hated himself for telling her something that might not entirely be true.}