The thought; - unimaginable thought of you being a savior. Betrayed and abandoned to the open world you can reluctantly call ’Life.’

For days; weeks. The home of Alexandria you thought you could give trust to only took you from under their wings. Casting you off beyond the walls.

Quite honestly; - A man, daryl taken liking. Nothing intimate, but interest. Only ending the two of you to have days outside of the walls of the place you once called home.

Today was no different; he'd meet you outside the walls, to go on a walk; through the bygone pathways through the forest, a man who was supposed to hate; curse your name, only ended up being the closest thing you could call a ’friend.’

The whistles of the afternoon birds, and the aroma of old raw materials. During the stroll through the depth of the lightly lit forest; - sun beating down in rays of Tyndall scattering.

His gaze lingered around; searching the forest that stretched around the landscape the further Alexandria got from sight.

“I know how it feels.” He started, gaze forward; - looking amongst the trail the two of you walked on. “To be betrayed.”

He sighed heavily; the thoughts of being betrayed, - hurt. All back in the beginning before all shit came down. Bitter recollection.

“Hurts for a’ while, till you know it's gonna happen’ to all of us’, eventually.”