Post by Bridget Calynn on Feb 24, 2015 17:51:01 GMT
The chill air made the bones of the residing people ache, and the doors creak with despair. It had been a reasonable winter, not too harsh but not incapacitated either. Bridget licked her cracked lips, they were brittle from the frigid air. The dead seemed more sluggish than usual, it was probably winters touch creeping up on em. The sun was beginning to set over the ridge, lighting the skies with a radiant fire.
She'd been keeping watch ever since the boss left. He'd gone to look for supplies or something or other... Word of prison folk had the whole town stirred up and trepid. She'd assured them, it was nothing to worry and they should be more worried about keeping in after curfew. Just the other day Bridget had caught two teenagers, tasting braces outside the walls of Woodbury. Idiots, only if they knew what could've happened if they'd been seized by walkers or worse... Whomever had been on guard at the time when they'd escaped is undetermined. But it's no secret that a few people on watch have gotten severely negligent.
Such laziness shan't be tolerated, little things like that are what gets people killed. What if they'd been bitten and came back into town? The place would've been overran within a days light. Panic would've erupted, chaos and dozens, maybe more severe casualties.
Anarchy is no stranger to this town. The lack of authority has gotten worse, the Governor, has gone off doing whatever the hell he does and leaves captain dipshit in charge. God damn, we're totally fucked if this lack of law and order continues.
"Lets hope we're not the next to join the dead in it's pointless wandering and bottomless hunger." Bridget thought to herself.
