"We're going to survive. We can. It's just an illness they can stop that. They always stop that. Think about it. The plague. We had no medical training then yet somehow we combated that and the world continued on. We have to survive we have to."

You had been walking with your group for some time now however you had been talking the whole time. Not really to any of them but just general optimism. To be fair it was less optimism, more pure reassurance to give you a chance to feel as though you could survive, but you doubted that fact strongly.

From everyone's grumbling you presumed you speaking was annoying everyone. Although you couldn't do anything, you needed to try and stay sane or you were going to crumble.

It continued on like this for a while until you all made a make shift camp for the night and you sat down away from the group. You continued to mutter. You continued to talk to yourself until someone knelt in front of you holding your cheeks in their hands forcing you to face him. It was Rick.

"You need to stop this," he stated.

"We are going to be okay. It isn't that bad. There can't be many of those things. There is a cure. There has to be a cure," you responded almost robotically.

You swallowed hard, trying to fight back the tears which were brimming in your eyes.

"You need to snap out of this. You need to see reality," he frowned, "we are not okay. Everything is never going to be the same."

"It'll end. We have to survive this. Nothing is impossible and there will be a happy ending to this," you whispered, your voice faltering and becoming weak, "there always is. There always is a good end."

He let out a brisk sigh, gripping your face harder.

"The world is a terrible, terrible place. The sooner you can accept that the easier we can survive this," he said in a near yell.

For the first time in a long time you silenced. You didn't speak. Instead a sob escaped your throat as you burst into tears. Even if you wanted to you couldn't say anything. You just crumbled. You thrashed against his hands, pulling your face down to your knees, pulling your arms around them and letting out all the mental anguish you held in.

You couldn't see anything as you looked to your looks and all you could hear, all you could feel were your sobs and cries.

Slowly you felt an arm wrap around you and pull to someone's side.

"I'm sorry. But the truth hurts and pretending everything is okay, pretending everything will become good it isn't helping. It will just give you false hope and you will be destroyed by the darkness. We need to stick together. We need you as much as you need us," Rick whispered, "and although it is uncertain and it is scary. We can be okay. We can survive but the world might not. You just need to face that."

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Written by Charlotte.