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((OOC: Set in The Walking Dead TV canon, spoilers for Season 5, Episode 1. All are welcome, if you're not canon familiar this is a zombie-overtaken version of rural Georgia, outside Atlanta.))
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[The smoldering, overrun compound that used to be Terminus is left behind as Carol jumps the fence and lets herself out, taking advantage of the heavy blanket flopped over barbed wire that Rick's group must have used. She ignores the screams of those still living and the inhuman growls of walkers as they feed themselves into a frenzy. It might seem cruel of her, if one was blissfully unaware of the goings-on inside those fences just before the flames and rampaging began.]
[A brief glance at the surroundings, assessing the footprints and parted underbrush (she picked up a few tracking skills... here and there... ) and quickly she determines which way they went. Carol was quite serious when she told Tyrese she has no intention of staying, but first she has to find them. Make sure her efforts were worth it and they all got out, and most importantly reunite Rick and Carl with Judith, Sasha with Tyrese. So she goes, stomach churning despite how calm she'd felt while unleashing destruction on Terminus and its twisted population.]
[She hasn't quite let go of the hope that she won't have to leave, but she's prepared to.]
[Her face and hair are caked with red clay, and she's wearing clothing covered in entrails -- not just spatter, but as though she rolled and splashed inside a fresh, open corpse. In one hand is an automatic rifle, in the other a crossbow. She looks like she's been through a brutal war.]
[She has. She won.]
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[The smoldering, overrun compound that used to be Terminus is left behind as Carol jumps the fence and lets herself out, taking advantage of the heavy blanket flopped over barbed wire that Rick's group must have used. She ignores the screams of those still living and the inhuman growls of walkers as they feed themselves into a frenzy. It might seem cruel of her, if one was blissfully unaware of the goings-on inside those fences just before the flames and rampaging began.]
[A brief glance at the surroundings, assessing the footprints and parted underbrush (she picked up a few tracking skills... here and there... ) and quickly she determines which way they went. Carol was quite serious when she told Tyrese she has no intention of staying, but first she has to find them. Make sure her efforts were worth it and they all got out, and most importantly reunite Rick and Carl with Judith, Sasha with Tyrese. So she goes, stomach churning despite how calm she'd felt while unleashing destruction on Terminus and its twisted population.]
[She hasn't quite let go of the hope that she won't have to leave, but she's prepared to.]
[Her face and hair are caked with red clay, and she's wearing clothing covered in entrails -- not just spatter, but as though she rolled and splashed inside a fresh, open corpse. In one hand is an automatic rifle, in the other a crossbow. She looks like she's been through a brutal war.]
[She has. She won.]
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She shifts the shoulder strap of her rifle, too laden with weapons to carry them comfortably. "You headed anywhere in particular?"
Should she ask him to come with her? Such decisions are risky of course, but so is trusting no one. Look how the people of Terminus turned out.
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"Where my path takes me. I don't know where it's going."
He looks past her then, into the distance, some lingering remnant of the darkness he'd descended into clouding his gaze for a moment.
"There was a man out here. I knew him. I saw him again, he came back. It was months ago he was there, I don't know how many now. Couldn't keep track anymore. I don't know where he's gone. I don't know if he's gone."
The apparent repetition, of course, is in fact two distinct sayings - a matter of location and a matter of survival. Rick had mentioned the prison, but Morgan saw it on his way. That prison wasn't holding anything living anymore.
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"Maybe he isn't. Not everyone's gone." Even though it seems like that sometimes.
Carol looks the man over again, he's not all there but he's not the kind of crazy she found at Terminus, that seems obvious. Much ado as they make about the tug-of-war of whether to trust someone, let them in, the reality is that all you can do is follow your gut, take a chance and hope for the best.
"We could look together."
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Still, there's that broken look that lingers. At length, his eyes shift back to her and focus again, and he appears to have come back from... wherever he just was. He couldn't tell you if you asked, there aren't words for the places he's gone. They aren't even places. The silence draws on as he studies her a moment, which likely feels longer than it is.
And then he shifts his head back, before he gives one slow and careful nod.
"Morgan."
Which is a start. Not quite an extension of trust, but an indication that he'll consider it. That he's trying to hold onto this, this relative coherence. That he knows he can't just be alone anymore.
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"Carol." She smiles thinly, her replacement of the social niceties that used to accompany introductions. "I was headed that way." She nods in the direction she was walking when they came upon each other. Since Morgan seems to have no place in particular to go, if she understood his words right (which is by no means a given).
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His instincts are sharper again, creeping back from full-blown paranoia and inching slowly closer to a healthier guarded state. He's not quite there yet. But he doesn't get the feeling that Carol is trying to trap him somehow. (Of course, that doesn't mean that if this is an ambush, he wouldn't be ready for it. He's got his own formidable share of firepower with him.)
"Back to your group."
Instincts may be leaning in her favor, but it's still wary, teetering in uncertainty between an observation and a question. Still, she's upfront. Direct. That's worth something.
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"That's what I'm hoping." If they should chance upon something less than ideal, she wouldn't want him thinking she led him into it -- not that her word, strangers as they are, counts for much.
Carol waits half a beat before she resumes walking. Any other conversation that needs having they could have on the way.