In the back of her mind, Charlie wondered who's son she had just killed. Whose brother, whose husband, father? But she couldn't think about that, she couldn't because the creature had been ready to rip the skin from her bones. Ready to do the same to Negan. What kind of person would she have been if she had just watched the walker struggle beneath Negan's knee? Staring down at it, that had been all the proof that Charlie needed to know that there wasn't a cure coming to save the man. Not now, at least. Regardless of who he once had been.
Dragged away from the small group by Negan's group, Charlie's brows pulled together as she looked up to him. She squared her shoulders, tilting her head to the side as she listened to him speak.
"I'm leaving. I don't know where I'm going, not really, but I don't want to be cooped up in here with so many people when shit hits the fan," Charlie reasoned with him. The corners of her lips tipped downward in a frown.
Charlie took a few steps back in the direction of the walker before turning back to face Negan. "I know you don't really care about what I have to say but it's probably a smart idea that you do the same, too."
Dragged away from the small group by Negan's group, Charlie's brows pulled together as she looked up to him. She squared her shoulders, tilting her head to the side as she listened to him speak.
"I'm leaving. I don't know where I'm going, not really, but I don't want to be cooped up in here with so many people when shit hits the fan," Charlie reasoned with him. The corners of her lips tipped downward in a frown.
Charlie took a few steps back in the direction of the walker before turning back to face Negan. "I know you don't really care about what I have to say but it's probably a smart idea that you do the same, too."
November 11th, 2016 at 02:28am