Death like a door,
To a place we've never been before -
Would you live forever, never die?
While everything around passes?
When the going gets tough, survival isn't always easy. Sometimes the easiest thing you could do is lay down and die. Espec...
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Sidney pre 2x01| original episode ⚠️graphic character death, and talks of suicide —————————————————-
Sidney Harmon understood death — he was a frequent and rather unwelcome presence in Sidney's life since the time he was a little boy. Death claimed his parents' lives instantaneously in one fatal car accident. Death clawed his nasty fingers into Sidney's grandmother when he was only eighteen with a stroke. And more recently, death called Oliver's name... twice, despite failing to collect him both times.
When the world ended, and death came to collect dues, Sidney was no more surprised than he was when he was told by the doctors lung cancer came back for Gramp's a second time. Death — as morbid as the sentiment was — and Sidney were well acquainted... he wouldn't fear it.
Yet, with the group back on the road again and no destination in sight Sidney felt the all-too-familiar curing of his stomach. One he tried to ignore, to not put a damper in everyone's moods. Still high off of the endorphins from their near-death experiences the day prior.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Oliver sat down on the railing next to Sidney, who had given up on sleep in favor of watching the sun rise over the horizon.
Since moving to the city, the tall building and never ending nightlife made the practice more difficult than he would have liked. Now though, the morning felt peaceful. Like the ones of his youth; back when he lived in Minnesota, and the world was not yet as dire.
"You think Lewis and Clarke's genius plan involved us freezing to death?" Sidney shivered as Oliver placed his long forgotten blanket around Sidney's shoulders.
Rick and Shane lead the group up to a department store roof, deeming sleeping up there safer from walkers than in the cars. Apparently, freezing to death in Atlanta's fast approaching winter struck the cops as a better way to go.
Oliver chuckled, swinging his legs over the side to match Sidney's own position. Wincing slightly when his left knee bent too quickly. "I don't suppose they have any clue what they're doing, but they stepped up, despite everything. It's gotta count for somethin'."
"I doubt Jim and Jacqui would agree with you." A low blow. As unfair as it was to blame their deaths on either Shane or Rick, Sidney needed to blame someone other than himself, and they happened to be the easiest targets.
Yet, it was Sidney who could have tried harder to save Jacqui. Convince her to leave with them, drag her by the legs if need be. But that wouldn't have been what she wanted. A hard pill to swallow, but true nonetheless. She'd given up, and there was no time to convince her to keep going. Not when the others still wanted to live. To fight for each other.
