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Right back at ya!
Anonymous asked: come back to ussss, I miss checking this blog everyday and seeing a new chapter :<
You guys have no idea how hard I’m trying for you. ):
I refuse to post complete and total crap imperfection. I will be back, I just need to get my mojo back on track.
Anonymous asked: I'm sure you just have writers block, maybe just sit down and brainstorm. You don't have to follow the script, this is your version of the story, how you want it to be, let your imagination run, as cheesy as that sounds, do what ever you want, its your story after all. Just have fun with it and enjoy writing it, that's all. I hope your motivation comes back, don't give up. I'm counting on you :)
Thank you so much Anon. Truly made my night <3
So.
Guys, I’ve been thinking. And, although I love writing this story, and I love all of you, I just don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I need to stick specifically to the script of what happened along the lines of the show, and yet, either: 1) I can’t remember how a certain part went. -OR- 2) I can’t fit dearest Bells into the scene.
My emotions the last few days trying to work with this has literally been this:
I honestly don’t know what to do anymore. If anyone has any tips or encouraging things to say, feel free. Until then, I’m not sure how great the chapters will be.
Anonymous asked: MOAR CHAPTERS!!!!!!!! You're such an amazing writer :) Keep it up! <3 ^.~
That means so much to me! Thank you! I’ll try to post as many chapters as I can during the week, but with school, I’m not sure if they can come everyday like I would like them to ):
Chapter Sixteen
By the time we got back to camp, my entire vision was blurred and I was stumbling a lot. Daryl kept a strong hand on my arm, and it was the knowledge that he was there that kept the tears at bay. Another child…injured…damaged…in pain…afraid. As if losing Sophia wasn’t bad enough. Dixon was talking to Dale and T-Dog, with Andrea and Carol not far behind him. I sat on the hood of one of the cars, wanting to help, yet feeling useless all the same. My eyes continuously shifted between being focused and turning the world around me into a blur. The ever changing scenery began to make me dizzy, and I put my head between my knees.
I listened to Daryl tell them about a farm, where Carl was being treated for a bullet wound. He said we had to pack up camp and move on to go with them. Not even letting the words leave his lip, Carol spoke up, which actually surprised me. She hadn’t said much of anything since I met her, let alone after all she’s been through.
“We can’t just pack up and go. My little girl’s still out there. What if she finds her way back? And we’re not here?!” the panic she was feeling was practically dripping off of her tone. Daryl and everyone tried to reason with her, and told her that we’d leave a package for her, and a map as to where we were, just in case. Nothing would console her.
Seconds turned to minutes of them trying to reason with her, and with each passing minute, my temper began to grow. Finally, right as Dixon was about to talk, I spoke up for the first time since the news that Carl had been shot.
“Carol, we understand how worried you are about your little girl. None of us are exactly jumping for joy that we’re moving on. No one wants to leave her. But think for a moment. We’re running low on everything, including medicine. There’s a place right now where there’s hope for all of us to survive. IF they live as close as Dixon says they do, guess what, they’ll have a map. Instead of us going blind through some God-forsaken forest in a God-forsaken world, we’ll have some clue as to what the fuck we’re doing.” I said, jumping up from the hood of the car, my face more than likely flushed from the heat of Atlanta and the fury burning beneath my skin.
I felt everyone’s stare on me, and I held my bow so tightly in my hands, my knuckles turned white. Meeting each and every stare, I spoke with more strength in my voice, “A kid got shot! All because we’re running around like chickens without their heads, and probably putting Sophia more at risk. This is the safest thing for us as a group, and in the long run, I can pretty much guarantee you that it will help us find your little girl. I’m not giving up looking on her. No matter where we go. But if we die out here because we ran out of supplies, then who’s gonna help her? We’re doing the best we can in a horrific situation. So stop fucking acting like we’re abandoning her.”
I didn’t give anyone time to comment on what I said, since I said the last sentence as I was walking away. I put my bow down and began to pack up camp. Not long after, everyone, including Carol, began to help me. I kept my eyes on my work, not meeting anyone else’s although, through my perpetual vision, I could swear Dixon was staring at me. In less than an hour, the camp was loaded into all of the vehicles, and everyone was packed up. When I went to go into the RV, I felt a hand grab my arm. Looking behid me, one foot in the RV, I saw Dixon, measuring me with his gorgeous eyes. As badly as I wanted to avoid his gaze, I kept my eyes on his before he held out something to me.
Looking down, I saw him holding my bow. When I grabbed the part right above his hand, I expected him to let go. When he didn’t, I looked at him and in his low, hoarse voice, he said, “I ain’t givin’ up that easy either.” In his eyes, I saw something that caused a smile to break out across my face. Determination. Pure, raw determination.
As he walked away, I called after him, “You’re gonna haveta teach me how to navigate. We’d cover more ground that way.” Climbing into the RV, I had a new spark of hope. In my mind, I kept repeating the mantra: Carl will be fine. The doc’ll heal him. We’ll find Sophia, and the worse she’ll be is scared. We can do this…I can do this…I have Daryl.
laisvega asked: yay new chapter! plus, I wanted to thank you for the support. and I've got some news.. my fanfic's got 4 chapters :) I try to make them as long as possible, more like episodes. it's first person so readers won't find out. ok.. bye! X
Another chapter will be posted tonight as well (:
And you don’t need to thank me! I truly enjoy reading your work. (:
lucyyfrost asked: OMG YAY! IVE BEEN WAITING AGES FOR 15! :D and it was just as awesome as I as expecting it to be!
Thank you oh so much! Another chapter will be posted tonight :D I missed you guys so much <3
Chapter Fifteen
We continued walking back to camp, and it took longer since everyone was more on edge since we heard the gunshot. Every time someone stopped, I watched Daryl carefully, judging the way he moved to get an idea what he reaction was going to be. All I could see was frustration. While most would’ve thought, after his previous outburst, that the frustration came from our group continuously. But not me, I could tell the real reason behind it. I felt the same way he did. He was frustrated that we were unsuccessful in our search for her. Much like me, it was ripping him apart going back to the camp, leaving her out in the middle of the woods alone another night. I met his eyes on more than one occasion and saw her emotions reflected in his.
After a little while longer of walking, we heard a high pitched scream coming from behind us. In that instant, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Daryl and I turned, to see a walker going after Andrea, who fell back over a raised tree root. In the amount of time it took everyone else to back away from the walker and Dixon and I to ready our weapons to fire, the sound of horse hoofs came through the air. Looking to our left, we saw a woman on a horse, who came and wacked the walker on the head with a bat. She didn’t hit it hard enough to kill it but she hit it hard enough to bring it down.
“Which one of y’all is Lori Grimes?” the woman asked.
My first instinct was to shoot the woman down. Regardless of the fact that she saved one from my group, you never know with people. Hmm…funny. Now I know how Dixon felt when I first showed up. It seemed so long ago since I found this group.
My bow still raised to this woman on the horse, Lori answered, telling who she was. The look on Lori’s face was nothing less than heartbreaking. Worry. Fear. And a bit of hope was clearly visible on her features. After seeing the grave look on this woman’s face, my hand tightened on my bow, and I felt Dixon’s eyes watching my every move.
“Rick sent me. Carl’s been shot.” The woman said, holding out her hand, which Lori instantly took.
I watched as a mix of emotions passed on Lori’s face ranging from misery to fear to heartbreak before watching her turn into a simple wreck. I lowered my bow, and backed against a tree. The world was buzzing around me, and my eyes began to swim. Carl got…shot? What on Earth was going to happen next? What could He possibly throw in our direction now? Faintly, I heard the woman talking but it was all a blur of nothingness. I was finding it hard to see, and soon, after the sound of a running horse faded into the distance, I looked around for Daryl. I saw him shoot the walker in the head, saying angrily, “Shut up.”
Everyone, including myself, was looking to him on what to do next. He seemed uncomfortable under that kind of pressure, even through his nearly tangible anger, and he met my eyes. I don’t know what he saw there. Perhaps hopelessness, or helplessness, or perhaps it was just the look of giving up. Whatever it was, he moved forward, with the group following him, grabbing my arm loosely and helping me over a high root. I was a robot as I walked, my eyes unseeing, my legs moving on pure memory. I faintly felt Dixon’s hand on my arm as guidance, but I knew we were heading back to camp. Other than that, I had no idea what was awaiting us. And the uncertainty, the unknown weighed on my chest and made me want to scream into the trees.
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So, I’ve been MIA for a while, and although I’ve given you guys my excuses, I thought it would help for you to see what I worked so hard for. I sang in this. I’m on stage in this vid singing. It was an amazing experience and I worked with so many amazing people. Although I missed you guys, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Please watch?
