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-Your P.O.V- It was later now. The same day. Carl had brought you the spray paint a couple of hours ago. You two talked for a bit. You learned his last name, Grimes, and he learned yours, (l/n). He had watch duty so he left. He had brought you two colors, your favorite color, (f/c), and red. You had already filled some of the walls with drawing and quotes. Nothing specific, just the things on your mind. Your brother getting beat, stabbing your dad.... Carl. You didn't draw him. You only wrote down the word 'Sheriff' and covered it with a picture you had of your brother. His name was Logan (l/n). He was everything to you. He was the only pers

-Your P.O.V- We make it up to the prison and are meet by a tall man with a beard and blue eyes, obviously Carl's dad. "And who is this?" The man asks, glaring at Carl for, probably for bringing me here. "This is (y/n) Dad. We found her in the woods." Carl said, returning the glare. "Well, looks like you two have something to work out, with all the 'I'm gonna kill you for bringing a girl here', and 'Shut it old man, I brought her back to rebel,' glances... I think I can trust my good pal Redneck here to show me the way in." You say, looking expectantly at Daryl. They all look at you, stunned. You just stood there, eyebrows raised. "Before you

-Your P.O.V- As you walk beside Daryl, you ask each other questions. "So, how'd you think of that prank?" Daryl asked, smirking to himself. "Well," I said dragging my L's, "Sherif over here," I say pointing at Carl, who was now walking only one step ahead of me, "Was staring at me!" Daryl laughs and nudges Carl with his hand. "Oh really?" "Yup." You respond, smiling at the back of Carl's head, "That's how it happened. But really Sherif? Staring is rude." You say as he turns his head to playfully glare at you, he quickly turned his head back when he saw that you were full on glaring at him, telling him to back off. "Well, making me believe

-Your P.O.V- You had already un-tied the rope around your wrists, but he couldn't see, he was to busy looking at you. You looked around as you walked with Sherif, or Carl, but I prefer Sherif, behind you. You could feel his icy blue eyes piercing the skin all over your body. You got sick of the hormonal boy quickly. "Staring is rude you know." You hissed back to him. He didn't say anything, but you could feel his body tense when the rope around your wrists was tugged at. You turned your head slightly to look at him. He had the slightest blush on his face. You stood up straighter, feeling proud of yourself. "Just keep... keep walking...." She

-Your P.O.V- You've been running for a while, trying to get away from the biters, Ugh, I've gotta stop calling 'em that! You think to yourself. You had fled from a small town named Woodberry, run by a crazy man named the Governor. As your running your sweaty (h/l) (h/c) is hitting your face, feeling as if millions of miniature bullets were piercing your rough, dried blood covered skin. You turned slightly to see that the bit--… cannibals, yeah, that was a good name for them, were far enough away from you now that you could catch your breath for a second. Reaching down to your boot, you grab your pocket knife. One of the cannibals ge

Look at me... just a sorry soul... looking for a purpose in this big dark world a head of me. But I can't find my purpose... I can't find what I'm meant to be.... But I think I know what I want to be... a person that matters. I know... I'm crazy. A person that actually matters? Ugh. I should just give up life as we know it. But, unfortunately, I'm still here... on planet earth. I'd much rather be in space, drifting around without a care in the worl-- opps! Not a care in the universe. Maybe then I'd actually be able to breath.... I know, I know. Breathing in space? I'm crazy. It's a metaphor... If your scared or nervous or even anxious or exci

Oh my.... Stuff is getting real.... Well.... I hope you enjoyed the last chapter of Blood Red. I don't have much of an intro today sorry.... Enjoy :) Red walked out of the den and went to the fresh kill pile, she remembered where it was from yesterday. "Hey Red!" Nightpaw shouted from across a big clearing, "Want to go hunting with me?" "Oh yeah, sure." Red said. "Not so fast," Red whipped around and saw Featherstar walking toward her, "You can go hunting with Nightpaw later little one." "I guess I'll hunt with you some other time," Red said to Nightpaw, still looking at Featherstar. "Okay, well bye!" Nightpaw said as he went to meet Aut