she said. “But my throat feels a little better since it’s empty.”Her mom nodded. “Yeah. I saw how much you drank earlier, so I put some ice chips in it just in case. So it shouldn’t hurt that much for a while.” Sarah gave her a thankful smile. Her mom smiled back and kissed her forehead. Her dad went over to the coffee table and sat down next to her, giving her a gentle pat on the leg. She moved closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder.They continued eating dinner quietly. Once they had finished they cleared everything off the table and cleaned up afterwards. Afterwards Sarah and her parents sat down on the couch.“So,” her mom began. “How were classes today, honey?”She shrugged. “Same as always. Same amount of homework. Same teachers, same stuff, same classwork. Just regular high school shit.” Her mom nodded. “Yeah, well, the only thing different was that I wasn’t allowed to skip anymore classes because we don’t want anyone else getting hurt.”That made them sigh in relief

Carol decided to take a quick shower, to try and relax herself. While she was standing under the warm water, trying to get rid of some of the grime from the past few weeks, she reflected on what Daryl had told her about her brother and sisters. She couldn’t imagine what a hard time they must have been having after so long. But somehow, he still kept his head held high. Every day when she saw him doing chores around the camp, she was surprised that he could still be so strong and determined despite everything he had been through. She wished she had more confidence in herself.***About half an hour later, Carol walked out of the bathroom and into the main room, drying her damp hair with the towel. She stopped in surprise when she realised that there was now a second person in the room, sitting on the sofa watching TV with his back turned towards her. Upon hearing her footsteps, he looked over his shoulder at her. Carol couldn’t believe her eyes. There sitting opposite to him with his b

“We’re here,” Carol informed him, pointing ahead to their destination.Daryl stopped momentarily, glancing up at the building, trying to process everything at once. A restaurant, a small restaurant called ‘Fancy Dan’, sat in front of them. He had never been there, but apparently his mother and aunt would often take their meals there.“Uh…” He trailed off as he tried to search for the right words to say next. He didn’t know what to say; he didn’t know what to do. He had already decided what to do when he arrived at Lori’s apartment and made up his mind to tell her everything about Carol, about the baby, about what had happened in his apartment that morning. Yet now that they’re here, and standing in front of the restaurant that he would soon begin living in, Daryl didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that he wanted to say something, anything; that he wished he hadn’t left.Carol cleared her throat to snap him out of his thoughts, causing him to turn his head to her and stare in her

Eric stood in the dark hallway with his heart beating faster by the silence that surrounded him. He knew one thing, none of this was real. He starts to explore the dark hotel hallway and he walks past two doors on the left and right. A strange feeling comes over him as he reaches the end and he opens the door closest to him and steps out. The room is a little bigger than the rest and has three other doors along the left and right walls. There’s another small door on the back side, which Eric assumes will lead to the bathroom but there’s no knob or handle on this door so he doesn’t try opening it. Eric goes into the next room, the last door on the left-hand wall. This room too is a lot smaller than the others so when he gets inside he sees why it had been locked. It looks like a cell with a cot, toilet,t, and sinks in it, only this cell isn’t made entirely of brick, there’s a metal frame on each corner and it looks like this place is built in an industrial setting. The lights are turn

“Sorry girls, I just need to be alone for now" she replies in a broken state while looking at the none resistant eyes of the little girls. She was trying not to cry but was failing miserably by the end. She walks through the halls aimlessly, her head low and her mind in turmoil. She needed time to sort out what the hell had happened but she knew that wasn’t an option here. It would just mean more time away from these children’s concerned eyes. She stops at one of the windows to look outside; the moonlight was falling heavily as usual in this part of town. There was nothing special about this particular window though, it looked exactly like all other ones around her. However, she noticed something different this time around. The trees were swaying back and forth slightly; almost like there was some kind of wind coming from behind them. It was odd enough for her to have stopped to look. “Everything we dreamt and built together is all crumbling," she says while holding her locket