MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【43】

"Hana! Hana, open the door!" 

I burrow my head further between my knees, clutching my headphones harder over my ears.

"Hana, please?"

Through tears, I glance to the window of the car I was in.

"Open the door for Uncle T.. Please?"

I turn the volume louder.

It was Jim yesterday.

T-Dog today.

--

I felt empty all over.

The streets were empty, too.

"Come on," I huff, pulling my belt in the direction of another house.

The Governor growls, his feet stumbling as we walk to the new place together.

From there, it was just like the others. Tie him by the door, check inside, take down any walkers that lingered, scavenge what I could, walk back out, grab the lead, and go to the next house.

I didn't sleep in any of the houses. They were too big- emptier than I felt with no one else there besides me.

The run down cars is where I kept my nights.

I would open the driver door just enough to slot the end of my belt in then shut it to make sure he couldn't go anywhere and sleep in the backseat where there was more room.

It had only been two days, but felt like weeks.

Opening the door to the new house I found it was empty.

Empty like everything else.

--

"Hana, sweetie, open the door!"

I take the batteries out of my flashlight, the light in the car now dark with the only the moon to glimmer.

"Hana, open the door!"

Placing the batteries in my player, I set it aside to flip through my CDs. Each and every one had been found by either Glenn or Taeyang over the months. 

"Hana!"

Settling on a Wonder Girls album, I place it in the player, picking my headphones back up.

"Come on, Hana. Just open the door!"

I glance over to the window, meeting Andrea's pleading eyes.

Swallowing roughly, I rest my headphones over my ears, turning the volume as loud as I could.

--

The next day, it was another house.

An almost empty house.

I trace my fingers over the chalk written on the door, 'Walker inside. Got my shoe. Didn't get me.'.

With a breath of what might have been a laugh, or a scoff, I open the door. The walker inside growls, lunging for me before I swing my bat against it, ending it quick and easy.

Curiously, I look around the room before spotting a loose shoe on the ground.

I kick it once, another breath exhaling from my nose.

I pick it up, placing it in my bag before leaving the room. Pausing at the top of the stairs, I return to the door, looking around the floor before spotting a different colored chalk.

I place my hand near the door, wondering what to add before my hand moves diligently.

'I have your shoe. I win.'

--

"Could you open the door for me?"

The batteries to my player had died.

"Little one, please?"

I could only watch as Hershel knocked on the window.

I could only cry.

--

The next morning, my body ached. Granted, I wasn't exactly over that flu and resided each night in the same cramped vehicle. So, I tried to sleep in the bedroom of the newest house.

I tried to.

"I think this would do well.. The colors match but.. I'm not so sure I like the length," Angela hums.

She throws the dress to the floor, picking a new one out of the closet and gasping.

"Now this! This is just your style. Unnie can fit it to you so you can wear it. What do you think?" she asks, a bright smile on her face.

"I think I'm fucking crazy."

"Hana! Language!' she scolds, though her smile never dropped.

My lip trembles, tears building up that I try to blink away.

"Leave.." I whimper.

"What?" she asks, a pout on her lips.

"Get out."

"Hana.. Unnie hasn't seen you in so long. Don't you want to see me again?"

I pick up the lamp on the table, throwing it to her, "Get the hell out!"

Angela vanished and the lamp clattered against the wall.

--

Walking to the next house in the cold morning, I was more focused on the clouds my breath was making in the air to notice when a sword swiped in my direction- a quick end to the Governor's walker life.

I lift my bat quickly, only to see Michonne stepping out from behind the bush.

"Hana," she smiles.

I shake my head, swinging my bat to her. She jumps away, her eyes wide in alarm as she lets out a sudden 'whoa!'.

"Hana! Hana, it's me!" 

"No, it's not. It never is!" I cry.

"Hana, look at me!" she begs, leaning down with her arms outstretched.

"It's me," she whispers.

Jim, T-Dog, Andrea, Hershel, Angela.. Now Michonne?

I swing my bat again, Michonne stepping out of the way and knocking it out of my hands.

"Hana!" she shouts, "It's me! Michonne!"

I pull my gun up, her arms flying up in surrender as she shakes her head with begging eyes.

Another gun clicks from the porch of the house, gaining my attention.

"Hana?" Carl questions, his aim faltering.

I look back to Michonne wildly and she nods reassuringly.

They never show up in pairs.. Only one at a time.

"It's us, Hana. You're okay- it's us," Michonne soothes.

I look back and forth to them, my hand holding my gun shaky.

"It's me, Hairbo.. It's okay," Michonne continues.

My chest aches and a sob releases from my mouth as I drop the gun. I fall to my knees, hiding my face in my hands as I cry.

"Shh.. Shh," Michonne comforts, kneeling beside me and wrapping me in her arms.

"It's okay.. We're here, Hairbo," she whispers.

Sobbing, I only fall deeper into her embrace, hiding my face in her shoulder.

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𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈--

my poor baby 😭

hana and michonne bestie agenda never goes away i love them