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by Paul D
Rated: E · Short Story · Dark · #2213127
A Walking Dead story.

“Glenn,” a warm hand clamped down on my left shoulder, “wake up.” I was already awake.

* * *


I remember those summer days long ago when I could sleep as long as I wished. The cares of the outside world didn't touch me. I can feel myself sliding into the past like slipping into a fresh water pond.

There is nothing compared to escaping reality, leaving fear behind, embracing true freedom. I smile as warm thoughts fill my mind.

* * *

“I'm awake, Andrea.”

Andrea's eyes widened a bit. The sound of Glenn's voice was the same, but it sounded hollow. She threw back the covers and lit the oil lamp.

She breathed a sigh of relief to see that Glenn looked normal. “Must be my imagination,” she muttered to herself.


“The basement,”| Glenn's hollow voice fell flat in the air.

Andrea cursed. This place had always felt safe. Safety was a foolish notion for anyone in these times. “Let's move on,” she said.

Glenn's motions seemed lethargic; maybe it's my imagination. Andrea walked to the closet, opened it, knealt down, and pulled at the metal ring in the floor. A small section of floor came out. She stepped down onto the first rung of the ladder in the hole and began her descent.

* * *

Exploring caves was always one of my favorite activities. I would arise early in the morning and fill a canteen with water and make some sandwiches.

I lived in the middle of nowhere so finding a cave was easy. I didn't mind being alone as I walked up familiar hills. I'd explored many caves and seldom found anything of interest, but it was that time alone I cherished.

* * *

“Glenn,” Andrea looked up at the figure who stood still at the top of the ladder, “get down here.” Something was off with him, but there was no time now to figure it out.

She listened to the creak of the ladder as he slowly descended. Her oil lamp provided scant light. What has he done with his oil lamp? It was just a passing thought.

The lack of light explained his molasses like descent; her desire to get away tugged at her patience. As he finally reached the base of the ladder, she turned her back and knealt at the entrance to the tunnel.

* * *

I watched the pool of my blood as I listened to the creaking of the ladder. I tried to speak, but I couldn't find my voice or anything else. The last thing I heard was a scream.

* * *

word count - 465

Prompt: Pick two names from the participant list and write a short story about them. 1000 Word count maximum. Include W/C inside item, bottom/top of page as well as the alias (game names) you chose.

Game names: Glenn and Andrea.
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