He stared down into the dark abyss, his eyes wide and his hand still extended downwards, desperately trying to grip at something that was long gone. His entire body was locked in place, and his mind was overwhelmed with regret, remorse, and disbelief. He just lost his grip, and saw Randall fall. It hadn't fully sunk in yet, he'd shouted once initially, but his mind went completely blank shortly after. This never happened, right? He'd turn around and Randall would be laughing at him for being an idiot right?
Slowly he turned, trying to see if his friend was behind him. His movements were jagged and unnatural, like he was a newly-starting robot that hadn't been oiled in several years. When he was met with nothingness, just that taunting …show more content…
He was home, he was back in Stansbury, and yet he still felt nothing. What did it matter? What did anything matter? He left with Randall, and returned alone, after he had so sworn to protect him. What were his vows as a gentleman worth now? Nothing. They were worth nothing in his eyes anymore.
The sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps footsteps. He hadn't registered any voices. Every noise was a low, humming buzz. He stopped and glanced to the side, and the sting of contact gripped his shoulders. Was she yelling? Was she asking questions? He didn't know. He looked at her at long last, seeing the pleading desperation in her eyes. Of course she had noticed Randall was gone, Angela cared so deeply for him, as deeply as Hershel himself did. He couldn't find his voice, or the words to follow it. How do you tell someone you were single-handedly responsible for such an important persons death?
Angela's eyes filled with fear, and she stumbled back, gripping at the sides of her head. He could see through her lips that she was screaming out, but he couldn't hear her words. All he could hear was that same, steady buzzing sound and the gentle breeze brushing past his ears. He had to tell her something, anything that his voice could come out with.
"Angela, Randall... he's
Slowly he turned, trying to see if his friend was behind him. His movements were jagged and unnatural, like he was a newly-starting robot that hadn't been oiled in several years. When he was met with nothingness, just that taunting …show more content…
He was home, he was back in Stansbury, and yet he still felt nothing. What did it matter? What did anything matter? He left with Randall, and returned alone, after he had so sworn to protect him. What were his vows as a gentleman worth now? Nothing. They were worth nothing in his eyes anymore.
The sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps footsteps. He hadn't registered any voices. Every noise was a low, humming buzz. He stopped and glanced to the side, and the sting of contact gripped his shoulders. Was she yelling? Was she asking questions? He didn't know. He looked at her at long last, seeing the pleading desperation in her eyes. Of course she had noticed Randall was gone, Angela cared so deeply for him, as deeply as Hershel himself did. He couldn't find his voice, or the words to follow it. How do you tell someone you were single-handedly responsible for such an important persons death?
Angela's eyes filled with fear, and she stumbled back, gripping at the sides of her head. He could see through her lips that she was screaming out, but he couldn't hear her words. All he could hear was that same, steady buzzing sound and the gentle breeze brushing past his ears. He had to tell her something, anything that his voice could come out with.
"Angela, Randall... he's