A little van entered the Town entrance, with a middle-aged man dressed in a suit. Mr. Goldberg comes and goes into the town. He returned to the orphanage to help Sarah out with the orphanage kids. In a way, Me Goldberg is an example of how people should act, helping others without asking for anything back. He was good at that. It was like a gift of nature that came into him, to be like this. A natural protector. He stopped in front of the church’s door and knocked on it twice. The church didn’t open at this hour, but Me Goldberg knew someone that would get him inside. Someone that was always here at this time. She was a young woman. Her name was Jessica. But she went by J-Hope because her name sounded cool and she thought it looked cooler than Jessica. After waiting a few seconds, he heard shuffling sounds coming from inside the church. There were three children inside. They looked to be around 5 years old. Two boys and a girl, all of them had dirty blonde hair, one even had long b
he found himself wishing he could just stay there forever. But he knew that wasn’t an option. Eventually, his dreams would stop and he had to wake up.When morning came, he rose from his bed. He got dressed, checked his eReader one last time, making sure nothing had changed, then headed downstairs. He entered the kitchen and noticed that Mrs.Tabor was awake and sitting at the counter eating her pancakes. There was only one other person there, the young boy from yesterday. He saw his father walk up beside him and placed his hand on his shoulder.He gave his father a quick peck on the cheek. “Good morning, daddy,” he greeted.“Morning, kiddo,” he replied. He kissed him again, but it wasn’t as sweet as before, as if it were a goodbye kiss. The man glanced up at his wife and then quickly pulled back his arm.Mrs. Tabor gave him a smile and wink. Then she returned to her breakfast. The man turned back to his son. “Have you eaten?” he asked him.“Not yet, dad,” he answered.The man went o
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
there won’t be anything that either one of us can do.”He rubbed his hands together. He didn’t think that she was aware of what would happen. He laughed a little. “Don’t worry, dear. I have a lot of experience hiding, remember?”She nodded and then hugged him tightly. “Bye, daddy.”“Bye, honey. Take care of your mom, okay? I love you.”She let go of him quickly and walked to the living room window where her mom was sitting. “Love you, too, dad. See ya.”He smiled and then walked towards the elevator and rode it all the way downstairs. The doors opened, revealing the parking garage. He walked out to his car and got in. He checked his phone for any messages and then pulled it away from his ear as it vibrated violently. He looked at who was texting him.‘Hey! It’s me, Alex. You haven’t shown up at school, and no one knows where you went either. Have you forgotten our date tonight?’ ‘Damnit, man!’ he thought. ‘What the fuck am I supposed to say, Alex?!’‘Tell me your plans, then!’‘No w
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
The decision was made for him when another knock was heard at the door. He froze, not even daring to breathe as he listened to see what was going on outside. Another knock followed shortly thereafter and he cursed under his breath angrily before making his way to the door, opening it to reveal Carol. He raised an eyebrow in confusion upon noticing her. “Uh, hey. What are you doing here? Thought you were supposed to be asleep or something,” he remarked as he allowed her into his apartment.“You were right. I guess I did fall asleep, but not until very late at night. Did you call me at this hour just because you wanted to tell me goodbye?” Carol inquired with a slight tone of amusement in her voice. Daryl shrugged indifferently. “Well, if that’s true, then why don’t you come with me for breakfast? We can go somewhere after your shift ends,” Carol offered.At her words, Daryl suddenly became aware of how hungry he was; his stomach growled quietly in response. ‘That was qui
“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
555 – J.R’. She looked up at the sky for a moment and let out a sigh. She supposed that it was now or never. As she stood before the bunker, preparing herself mentally, she could hear some sort of faint noise coming from somewhere inside. She took a deep breath before knocking softly against the door with a hesitant, timid fist. Within seconds, she heard footsteps approaching; whoever was there paused for a brief moment before the door swung open silently. She looked into the face of a woman, dressed in overalls, holding a gun. "Can I help you?" She asked, staring down curiously at Carol. "Yes. My name's Carol." Carol responded hesitantly. The woman nodded her head slightly. "I need you to tell me where Daryl Dixon is."The woman’s brow furrowed and she lowered her gun slightly, lowering her head slightly as though confused. “Are you…are you talking about the boy in the bunker?” She asked Carol, her tone hesitant, not quite certain whether or not she should give h