Chapter 6 - The Caravan "Amongst The Mud And The Blood"
In reply to Dominic Dubreton (msg # 9):
Izzy took Dominic's humor as a good sign, smiling a little herself until Dominic recoiled from the pain of his wound. She looked up at her boyfriend and leader, gauging his state, feeling sorry for his discomfort, her half lidded eyes closing for a moment as Dominic ran fingers through her thick dark hair. It had grown longer, and likely many of them needed a cut. She'd kept it slightly shorter in the past, to keep the walkers from snatching her, but that was some time ago.
Dominic's assessment brought a singular nod from Izzy. They'd gone through it all together, and knew where they each were coming from. Her bond with Dominic meant his burdens were her own. She'd do what she could for him, even if it was just being there, for now, or protecting him.
Members of their group began to shuffle about. Though they hadn't all slept well, it was a new day, and people were taking to it. A line of light entered the room, a sign of the morning that awaited just outside the heavy barn doors. Izzy's hand on Dominic's chest warmed from the light as it touched her sun tanned skin.
Dominic's musing about going North was one to consider. Indeed Mahmoud had offered some suggestions previously as did others that needed to be considered while they had a window of opportunity. Or so she thought. Settling anyone, or trying to, even in the mountains, brought its own unique challenges, but so did exposure in the Z-land wastes.
She reacted positively to his thoughts, if anything because it meant he was thinking of their future. One had to have a vision that was then to be followed through to, a purpose to keep going. "Oh yea? When do I get to meet this girlfriend of yours? " She teased him gently, her body accenting his own after they'd shifted with her atop of his warm form. They'd kept each other safe and warm during the night, and she kind of did not want to leave the barn, to face the real world. "I like the idea of setting up somewhere safer. I think we should do it. Our people need to heal, we've got to rebuild our group and be ready for anything." That anything wasn't entirely meaning violence, but a future together. A peaceful, or more peaceful one.
She left unspoken for now the reality that the Lost Boy's were still at large, even if damaged, and that there were grudges and vendetta's on both sides now. They couldn't be sure the Lost Boy's would leave them alone. They might have to be taken care of. It wasn't what she wanted but was what may be needed, but that was a discussion for another time. This time was theirs.
Izzy gave pause when Dominic asked her about how she was holding up. Looking up into his eyes, she broke the gaze just briefly, as if not wanting to address certain emotions or memories. "We've lost a lot of friends." She spoke quietly, reflecting before reasserting her soft stare on Dominic, a stare that normally hardened for the outside world.
"I kept myself distant from the group for a long time. But you can't help but have people grow on you. Lots of.. scar tissue. It hurts everytime so much, yet I'm getting too used to this happening. I don't want to think that this is the way it's going to be forever, but I've needed to keep strong. Embracing the way the world is now, we lose ourselves, but we stay alive.." She confessed, almost having started by saying she did not want to talk, and truly she didn't, but of course she did. And who better to talk to than he? Dominic just brought this out of her.
Her finger's tightened around Dominic's shirt, she pressed her body against him a bit more as if cold again. "I've tried to keep strong for my kids. I-I don't think I'll ever find them now.. So I'm going to be strong for our people, for you, for me, until the end, if there is one. Because I have to, because we don't get a choice." Mentioning her lost kids, a boy a girl, aged four and six, brought a glassiness to her eyes but she did not waver more than that, she did not allow herself to, or simple could not, cry. They weren't yet dead to her, but she doubted their survival.
She had began the apocalypse with her children, keeping them safe for a time, but barely. The group they were in at the time had became separated by a herd of biters. The last she saw of her children was their faces in the back window of a getaway vehicle, when her group split in half, divided by a sea of walking corpses.
They were all supposed to meet up again, re-unite. It never happened. They had been trying for the Colony before being separated. A crazy dream of a safe place, back then. They'd been inspired by supposed Guides from the place. Allegedly up North.
Their particular guide had been on the side of the zombie river with her kids. She hadn't a guide of her own.
Eventually losing her last companions she came into contact with a motley of dozens of survivors in the State Forest. That is where the Caravan was born. Rounded together and led by Guides of the same Colony that would have had her children. Those guides died from the biters, though, with only shadows of directions for their group.
She followed with the Caravan with the faint hope they'd reach the Colony, but they encountered so many problems on the way, so many detours were taken, so many choices out of their hands, that she'd all but given up. Only then, was she able to be vulnerable enough to let others in; the group, Dominic..
Her lover would knew her story by now, she'd told him eventually as they'd grown closer. Others in the group, though not all, knew of her story. Mahmoud, Mexico.. The others knew only bits.