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The Walkie: A Narrative Fiction

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The harsh sound of static rung in Roman's ears. Something compelled her to simply throw the radio as far as she could, and leave it behind as she went on her way. It would stop the daily reminder that Clementine was more than likely gone, or too far away to help if she was in any immediate danger. But then again, the static was the one thing keeping Roman going, keeping her awake, because one day the static just might stop, and a young voice might take its place.

She dropped the walkie back into her backpack, shrugging it on as she stood up from the rough log she had been sitting on, leaving short pink scratches on the backs of her thighs. She promised herself...one more mile until she'd rest again.

Roman continued to crunch through the woods …show more content…

There had been no luck thus far, but a small being inside Roman was still hopeful, and so she did not hurl the walkie into the woods, as she was often tempted to.

Roman couldn't help but constantly wonder if Clementine still had her walkie, or if something happened and she had lost it...there were so many possibilities, that turning it on every day seemed almost useless, to the logical mind, which Roman had become accustomed to. She had to keep reminding herself that if it wasn't for herself, it was for the hope that Clementine was doing the same, wherever she was.

Roman had to keep moving, she had no idea where Lee's group would be, and was beginning to lose hope of ever finding anyone again when she heard a soft grunt. Roman turned, gun gripped tight until her knuckles paled. She was aiming at a boy: a boy with a brown sheriff hat over overgrown brunet tufts, eyes a clear blue, face fair, if not a bit tanned. He looked to be taller than her, only by a few inches, but none the less it made Roman stand straighter to lessen their difference. The way he was looking at her made her feel almost not good enough. Roman didn't like

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