MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【16】

I nearly laugh as I flip through my notebook.

All the tally marks that filled pages seemed like something out of a horror movie- I could only dream of Gong Yoo coming to save the day as my world was a reality.

But, it's now been 197 days since the farm was lost.

And as I took the time to count the bundles of tally marks- my stomach churned as I realized it's nearly been an entire year since Angela died. And that day was tomorrow.

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I storm into the house behind T-Dog with more determination than ever before.

I only took out one walker from the first floor before rushing upstairs, ignoring Glenn's frustrated hiss of my name.

I open one door, only finding an empty bathroom. Continuing down the hall to another door, I don't think twice before opening it as well. It was a bedroom, more on line of what I was looking for.

Three walkers were there and my eyes dart around the room, landing on the dresser that held a TV and other items as decoration.

One walker starts toward me and I quickly take it out, glaring to the other two that were coming after me at once.

I swing for the first one and as the second reaches for me, a sudden axe goes through it's head.

With all three walkers out, I hastily spin to see who was responsible for the kill that wasn't mine.

"What the hell are you doing?" Glenn scolds angrily.

"I had it," I defend.

"Yeah, it really looked like that," he scoffs, motioning to the geek he killed.

"You took it before I could," I shrug, stomping to the dresser.

"Yah!" Glenn shouts, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him.

"What? What do you want?" I ask, ripping myself from his grasp.

"For you to listen for one," he snaps.

"Listen? You're my brother, not my boss. Definitely not my dad, either," I shake my head.

Glenn's eyes turn sad as I only said 'my dad' and not 'our dad'.

But, as my words replay in his head, he turns angrier.

"Don't you get it? I am," he sighs.

"What does that mean?" I cross my arms.

"I am brother. I'm dad, mom, boss, guardian- I am everything for you now," he names off, "Hana, I'm all you have. You're all I have. 

I feel my jaw clench, looking away to avoid his eyes.

"I get it. The farm is gone and we lost a lot of people. We're living hour to hour on the road, it's hard. But, I am not the one you take this out on. If you want to take it out on the walkers because of what they took? Be my guest. But, not if it puts you in danger."

His words, today being Angela's death anniversary, the feelings for the past year, the even worse ones for the past few months since the farm.. It was all building and felt a though it were suffocating me.

"Hana?" Glenn, his voice somehow stern and comforting at the same time.

"You have Maggie. I'm not all you have," I whisper.

"We have Maggie. She's family, too. Hershel and Beth, too. Everyone else downstairs is family, too. Hana, you're not alone in this. Oppa would never let you be alone."