You sighed, lightly placing the last plate on the drying rack. It had been a few days since Hershel had decided that he trusted your group enough to let you into the house. You had volunteered to help Maggie in the kitchen. The guys were pretty bad at cooking, Carol was still worried about Sophia, as were you all, Andrea was always following Shane around like a puppy, and Lori was being distant. It was a lot to cook for everyone, but someone had to do the work.
Maggie entered the kitchen. "Thank you for taking care of the dishes (Name)."
"It was no problem. How is everyone doing?"
"Daryl still isn't back from looking for Sophia. I saved di
You were sitting on a log away from Hershel's house while you observed the other group members. Your group was searching for Sophia for days now and you weren't allowed to help them because “you were still too weak”. Daryl found you after you ran away from your camp which has been attacked by dozens of Walkers. You could barely get away unnoticed because they were busy eating your friends and family. You sighed. They gladly accepted you into their group and you wanted to thank them by helping.
It started to get dark and only Shane and Rick came back.
“Is Daryl still not back?” Rick asked the others after you gathered
It's the first time I write a journal and I still don't know what I'm doing here or who would want to read this. I thought to post everything I will say here in my next artwork, but it wouldn't fit to the image. So, here I am. :faint:
I'm writing a novel called "Primavera", the Portuguese for "Spring". Everything in the folder with the same name is related to its scenes and characters. I still don't know if I can say something about the plot because I'm afraid that someone could stole my idea. I hope it doesn't seem selfish, but we all know that exposing ideas that aren't currently official is a dangerous thing to do.
But I can advance that