The Walking Dead: Forum's Story: Season 2

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No, it's seriously around the corner. We're gonna work harder on the story from now on. Probably

Are me and Shepard brothers in this? I can't remember.

but noice verbal fight

24 days earlier.

Softly, Mike shut the door to Rock’s room behind him.

“How’s she doing?” Harp sat crosslegged in the hall.

Mike froze for a second, “Harp, come. we need to talk.”

“She’s doing alright, right?”

Mike opened his mouth to speak, but instead, motioned for Harp to follow him, as he walked around the corner, into the living room. Mike sat on the couch, and patted the cushion next to him. Harp sat, and Mike began to speak. “Harp, look. Vis isn’t doing that great. Her wound is infected. I’ve done all I can, but without medical attention…” Mike’s eyes drifted to the floor, “Harp, I’m no doctor, but I don’t think she’s gonna last long.”

Harp closed his eyes, and rested his forehead in his hands, “There’s gotta be something we can do…”

“You saw the Portland hospital, Harp. It was a God forsaken mess.”

Harp’s cheeks turned red, and his forehead wrinkled as he said, “Well what about Wilsonville? We just have to get on highway 5 and head south. It should be clear. Everyone would’ve been heading to the woods, right? That’s the smart thing to do. Maybe a few people would’ve been looking for family, but everyone else would’ve been wanting safety. The highway should be completely open.”

A short silent moment followed.

“You’ve been thinking about this.” Mike said quietly.

“It’s all I do lately. My dad’s been dead for so long, and he was… Y’know… Fucked up... But I still can’t forget how it felt. The pain in my chest felt like… I couldn’t even describe it. Now my brother’s missing, and my mom is dying, too. I can’t fucking take it, Mike.” Tears streamed down Harp’s face.

“I know how it feels, Harp. You might not believe me, but I do.”

“How?”

“My father was bitten by a rabid raccoon. I was.... Thirteen, fourteen, so we must’ve been living in Iowa. Our car broke down, and it was miles and miles to the nearest town. I watched as all that made him him washed away. The once strict man didn’t mind when I broke a framed picture. The once religious man didn’t mind when I... Said some terrible things… That man was my hero. And he faded away. As horrible as this sounds, you can’t forget about the people that rely on you through all of this. It’s gonna be hard, but you’re gonna have to move on.”

“Who the fuck relies on me?”

“Your brother. I remember talking to him some, and he loves you, Harp. If he’s out there, and still kicking, he needs you to be alright. I know it. Now look, I’m just saying this in case things don’t work out. We’ll head down to Wilsonville. We’ll bring your mother. But first, I’m gonna teach you how to shoot a gun. Ok?”

“Ok. Yeah. That… Yeah.” Harp sniffed, and wiped his eyes.

“Now this is a semi automatic rifle, meaning you pull the trigger once, you shoot once. And this scope, this is a family heirloom. My dad got it from his dad, who got it from his and so forth up until the civil war. You can adjust the lens with this lever here…”

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