User blog comment:YourFavoriteSalmon/The Walking Dead HGRP Edition (RP/Fanon)/@comment-24010741-20170809214753/@comment-24692847-20170810040330

"I'm really sorry to hear that," Neptune says with genuine sympathy as unforgettable memories flash across his mind. "I can relate to that a lot," he confides, but is uncertain if he should continue. These people are still strangers to him; should he really be telling them about his experience? But from these people don't strike him as a threat and they might be able to help him find his original group. For once, he needs to be the one to take the first step, to push his anxiety aside to make friends or, at the very least, temporary allies.

"Actually, I just witnessed one of my oldest friends get murdered yesterday," he admits. "We were the two supply runners for our group; a strong duo capable of getting in and out of stores with both speed and efficiency. When we left for our supply run two days ago, we were overconfident with ourselves. I mean, we were just gonna pick up some gas from a small gas station that we had already cleared out weeks ago, so we weren't worried at all. In fact, we even contemplated leaving our weapons back at camp, but we decided to bring them just in case anything happened.

"When we got to the gas station, there was already a group of four raiding it. We just kinda assumed that everyone would be friendly with each other, so long as nobody interfered or interrupted another. But as soon as we entered the gas station, they started shooting at us. My friend got shot right in the thigh before we could take cover, but she still managed to kill one of them in retaliation while I killed the other three.

"And although her bullet wound wasn't fatal, fate was not on our side. A herd must've heard our bullets from the distance because within five minutes, walkers were banging into the door. The only escape was by crawling through the vents and onto the roof. I tried helping my friend reach the vent, but it was too high for her and too difficult due to her injury. And then we heard the glass start cracking from the weight of the walkers, so my friend told me to go on without her; that the group would crumble without their leader." A lump forms in his throat as he vividly remembers saying his goodbye to Felicity, feeling the tears stream down his face as he hugged her one last time. "I was able to escape, but as I crawled away, I could hear her screams echoing through the room. I haven't been able to sleep since," he finishes softly, intently staring at the grass in front of him as he rapidly blinks away the tears.

(I apologize if there's any typos, I wrote this on my phone)