You and Daryl were high school-sweethearts, no one could separate you two but when the apocalypse hit you had been separated by a massive herd of walkers, you had tried to find him again but the herd had moved him away.

You spent every minute of the day looking for him for years, every minute was devoted to him and every minute of his was devoted to finding you, neither of you could move on, half a heart destined to search the earth for eternity trying to find their other half.

eventually you decided to travel across seas to France, everything reminded you of him, you couldn’t drag it out anymore, you couldn’t wait for him anymore

In France you lived in a church with other nuns, yet, everything living moment your mind was cursed to think about your love and how you betrayed him, one day you were watering the plants of the churches garden, zoning out, trying to keep your ‘habit’ and ‘coif’ clean when suddenly the gate of the church creak open a sister Isabelle run over to you, holding up her skirt so it didn’t drag on the floor.

“Sister! Help me! There’s an American man and he’s hurt!”