doom days
chapter two
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The tension in the dining room of The Stallion was tense, and the air crackled with unease as Hank and the man locked eyes in a standoff, each refusing to back down. The blue-eyed boy's gaze was fixed on Riley, and the two faced each other with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
The boys and Jessica were clearly reluctant to resort to violence as she stayed behind Taylor, but Taylor's dark expression made it evident that she was ready to defend herself and her friends if necessary. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the dimly lit room, and everyone held their breath, unsure of how the encounter would unfold.
Suddenly, Jessica, overwhelmed by the pressure, made a swift decision to show peace by raising her hands and speaking out as she moved from behind her friend, "We don't want any trouble!" Her shoulders slumped with the weight of the situation, and Taylor closed her eyes in frustration at her friend's impulsive action.
Hank observed Jessica's move but remained silent, hoping it wouldn't escalate the situation further. The other occupants of the room fixated their attention on her, causing the brunette to fidget nervously under the scrutiny.
"We live about two hours up north, in Lima. We're based at a campground called Ottawa Metro Park," Jessica blurted out in a panic, revealing information about their home and the number of survivors there.
Taylor shot her a wide-eyed look, "Jess!" she shouted at her for sharing too much information.
As the revelation hung in the air, Riley took a deep breath and decided to follow Jessica's lead, slowly lowering his pistol. Taylor mirrored his action. The unnamed teenager seemed to relax slightly, easing the grip on his gun while still holding it firmly.
The encounter remained tense, but the atmosphere had shifted. The exchange of information had defused some of the immediate threat, allowing for a momentary pause in the standoff. However, the uncertainty of what comes next loomed, and everyone in the room knew that decisions made in the next few moments would determine the fate of this unexpected encounter.
The tension between the bearded men persisted, and Hank's hopes of retrieving his sniper rifle were quickly fading. The unfamiliar adult maintained a firm grip on his gleaming revolver, his unyielding stare locked on Hank. However, as the moments passed, his grip loosened, and he lowered his arm, revealing a hint of uncertainty beneath his tough exterior.
The atmosphere in the room remained charged as Jessica nervously introduced herself, "My name's Jessica. This is Ta-"
"Jessica, stop," Riley interjected sharply, shooting a disapproving look at his friend. He took a shaky breath.
Rick, the unshaven man, raised his empty palm as a gesture of peace, and his intense gaze shifted to Riley. "I'm Rick. This is Carl... Grimes," he introduced, his voice still guarded.
"I'm Riley, this is my sister, Taylor... uh Griffin," he said, gesturing towards his twin sister, who nodded in acknowledgment. The tension in the room was still present as each person assessed the others, sizing up the situation cautiously.
"Hank," the watchman's voice remained steady, revealing nothing but a touch of detachment.
The names hung in the air, signaling a brief moment of familiarity amidst the uncertainty. The introductions had a small relief, but it was clear that there was much more beneath the surface. The room felt charged with unspoken words and unexplored emotions as the four survivors and the father and son assessed one another.
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DOOM DAYS 【 carl grimes 】
Fanfiction" when i watch the world burn, all i think about is you " 15 year old riley griffin has grown used to the apocalyptic world, only his sister to keep him grounded. when a boy his age comes seeking help from his group, riley finds himself in...
