All she could see were the mix of colors. Blue, red, white, a dark cream, flashes of gold. All Milly could see were the colors dancing across her vision. Her mouth hurt, and scratch marks burned her skin. She could smell the spilt soup that mixed with the puddles of red. What a pretty color. Milly’s stomach ached with hunger, and her eyes were glazed over, the white glaze making her dark blue eyes look paler than they really were. Oh how pretty colors were. All she could see were colors.

But then I go and spoil it all,

After having gone blind, all she could see were blurbs of colors. They were so fuzzy. The red was so warm, and the cream color so smooth and soft, a few scars she could feel. Red dribbled down her chin, and she knelt beside the blurry form. Red stained the carpet. Red stained her skin. The red stained that pretty cream color, and the white that the cream wore. The blue locks she moved her fingers through had been so familiar. Her stomach gurgled, hunger making Milly’s head spin.

By saying something stupid,

When would Meryl wake up? She could feel an exposed rib, her bangs falling over her eyes. Hopefully soon her beloved would wake. She was so hungry. Meryl deserved to sleep though. After running a camp to help survivors from the infected, and helping treat early stage infected, it felt like the blue haired woman was always working. A smile crossed her face, and she admired the colors. If only Meryl were awake to see the pretty crimson, the deep blue, the white, the tan color.

Like, I love you.

The hunger was unbareable. It gnawed at her skin, and all she could think about was eating. She still remembered the sound of screams, flesh tearing, and a wet liquid splattering across the floor. Was that the pretty red? “Meryl?” Milly quietly croaked out, pawing at the older woman’s shoulder. “Meryl, wake up. I’m hungry.” The brunette said quietly, trying to wake the corpse that she had fed on. Milly felt tears well in her eyes. “Wake up..” She whispered.