Thread: Too Far Gone [Ama + Randomname98766789]

A year spent wondering if life was worth continuing was not a year well spent, at least Angela Rhodes had once believed so. However, the last year had tested every inch of her faith in the world and she had quickly come to realize that even though she had spent most of it wondering if tomorrow was worth seeing, it definitely was. The dead rising around them had shown the twenty four year old what life was really about keeping those closest to you, close . For her, that meant her girlfriend, Tara. The pair had met early in her college days, back when she was a baby nursling and Tara was new to the academy next door, training to become a cop. Despite the serious nature of their chosen professions, the girls were both kind of goofy and an accidental run in at the coffee shop across the road from their buildings and then another, and then another... and then, well, at that point it started being a little suspicious that they would keep accidentally running in to each other like that, even with their proximity had flourished in to the best year of her life. Then tragedy struck - in the form of the dead rising. They had known they had to get out of town and they abandoned the little apartment they had just gotten together not even a month before, fleeing to a less urban setting luckily, they did so before Atlanta became a dead zone. Ever since, the pair had been holed up in an apartment building along with Tara's sister, niece and father. The one apartment had been too cramped for so many people so they had slept in the one next door, more often than not the girls were either found with the rest of Tara's family or out on the ground. They were a great pair and knew how to work around and with each other - a well oiled machine. Until he happened - Brian. The man seemed innocuous albeit a little strange, and Angela had agreed with her girlfriend's gut instinct that this man shouldn't be trusted. Now? Now she was wishing she wasn't right - everything had changed. Eventually, they had to leave the apartments behind. Tara's father passed and it hit Ange as hard as it did the sisters - with her own family miles away on the coast, her girlfriend's father had felt like her own. Eventually they had settled in to a small community and when Brian had spoke of the ill done to him by those at the prison, she had grown to believe that she was on the right side - it wasn't until it was too late that she realized that was not the case. It was not soon enough to stop the ensuing warfare, nor to escape. As the prison fell, she lost sight of the one thing she had left. Now? Now she trudged along the road with a very persistent woman named Maggie, with her blonde hair in a ponytail and dirt staining the olive green tank top and denim jeans she had been in for days now. Others followed - Sasha, Bob. It had been the latter pair that had allowed her to follow when she ran in to them, and the brunette was on a mission to find her husband. And Angela? Well, she was praying that somehow her own partner had escaped and would find her once more. Neither of the searching women had expected anything positive to come of the truck that passed them, but in the end that had been exactly what they needed. ---- Are you Maggie? Three simple words from a man she had never seen were exactly what she needed somehow Maggie Crowell had been searching for her husband for days, hell-bent on refusing to budge even a second on the fact that they needed to keep pushing. When those with her wanted to give up, abandon ship, stop the hunt she decided to push on without them but it was also only when those same people urged her that she allowed a blonde to join their ranks. Not before a thorough argument, though. Well, a one-sided argument - Angela had proven that she was calm in the face of adversity, and Maggie had deserved to have a change to vent her frustrations out at some point. Angela had turned in to the vessel, and the older of the women though only by a couple years had taken it like a champ. Maggie had given years of her life to her best friend and favourite and only lover, Josh Crowell. The pair had grown up together and fallen in love as teenagers while they were no longer quite that young they were still just as in love as they had ever been. When the world had first fallen apart and communications had been dropped, Maggie had been left wondering if when , she had always said she was going to see him again. Luck was on their side when he had showed up at the farm just days before it had been taken, and ever since they had been inseparable. It had been like they had never been apart - it always felt like that. Josh was in the army and it was not the first time they had been apart - luckily, however, it was the last. When peace came to the prison and all seemed like it would be well, the pair had even gotten married. Sure, it wasn't on paper or anything but a piece of paper mattered little these days. When the prison fell, they had been separated Maggie had done her damnedest to find him. Now, though? When a truck stopped in front of them and a large bearded man hopped out of the driver's side, Maggie did not have high hopes for what was about to happen. That is, until she heard the words that came out of his mouth there were very few ways that man could know her name and she knew - she just knew - that this man had seen Josh. So she ran to the truck, a flurry of never-ending questions that got hushed by the latina still in the passenger seat. The answers became clear once she was able to calm down these people had just left behind a very insistent pair of people, one of whom was on the hunt for a Maggie. He was with someone though, and as soon as the ginger, Abraham, mentioned the name Tara, Angela had gotten up in his business as well. It didn't take long for the fact that their partners were working together to come to fruition, and while these strangers had wanted to simply head off immediately they had graciously offered to drive the pair to the other side of the tunnel where they had dropped off Josh and Tara. So that was how they, along with Sasha and Bob, had wound up standing at the block entrance to a train tunnel. Guns raised as two of the living stumbled over loose rocks, and as the dead moved in on them bullets fired. In moments the only beings still standing were the live ones, and both of the girls instinctively ran straight towards their most beloved.