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“And how’re you impossible? I’ve lived the impossible, not just now, but where I’m from it’s the end. My father was right, the apocalypse happened. Guess we both know the impossible is possible.” Which was nice to know he wasn’t alone with that, but then he knew most in New York knew how it felt. “I wasn’t hiding. I saw the first hit for myself, felt it more than anything. I knew she wasn’t going to stop there.”
“But the leader of their group just didn’t want you there? Has that changed or does he still have a problem?”
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“I gotta learn to keep my mouth shut.” He chuckled, although a groan slipped past his lips seconds later. Pain was something he was use to so he didn’t let himself care too much for it. The agony he was in being pushed to the back of his mind as best as possible. Letting his eyes shut almost immediately when sat. “Least I made it out alive this time.” For now that was, he knew the other was right, he needed professional help but he wasn’t a big fan of hospitals. In the past whenever he was hurt it was sorted at the ranch. Only going to a hospital on the odd occasion before the world he lived in went to shit. “You’re a fighter, right? You must’ve dealt with this shit, you can’t deal with it now?” Troy knew his injuries were worse than what Peter had probably dealt with on his own but he wasn’t about to give into what he needed just yet.
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“Sometimes the innocent have to do things they don’t want to or usually wouldn’t to survive.” He’d seen it for himself, heard it for himself. Someone he cared deeply for, someone he would never have claimed to be a murderer, murdered his father to keep the peace. Something Troy understood but struggled with as no matter what he was put through by his father, he still very much loved him. And very much grieved for him.
“Suppose to being the words for it. Not that I don’t, I mean I do, I enjoy parts anyway. Like everyone else. Just seems my life is more downs than ups, you know?” With his past that was one hell of an understatement. “I’ve been there, multiple times, more so recently but you can’t give up.”
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“Do they ever?” He couldn’t remember a time before the apocalypse where the cops did their job without fail. Of course their most likely was the odd time but he was made a recluse so the outside world wasn’t all too familiar with him. “So you enjoy being a detective? Like Nancy Drew, right?”
“Because I was banished from my own land. Exiled for something that was started by someone else. I just finished it and I couldn’t even do that. I found out something that stopped me, then I was thrown out of my own home, the only thing I’ve known since birth.” He shook his head slowly, his tone filled with anger and upset. “Try living days in a wasteland with no food and a limited supply of water. I went from someone I was okay being to this depressed and lonely guy who decided to get revenge in the wrong state of mind. I don’t regret a thing but I could’ve gone about it differently if I was okay, which I wasn’t. And I’m still not.” Troy nodded, a slight shrug following. “I’ve dealt with it so far, I can fake being okay for as long as I please. I’ve done it all my life.” He didn’t have a choice with the parents he had. “Is it? After this, it’s still nice to meet me?”
“I got revenge. I led a horde of walkers, zombies, to the ranch I lived on since birth and everyone but three people suffocated to death in the pantry they hid in. My brother got bitten, a friend tried to save him but he bled out. And I, I got hammered to death once someone I trusted found out it was all me.” He stared into space as he spoke, no emotion written across his features. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” He nodded. “It’s Troy.”
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“Just live your life, ma’am. I understand the constant worry but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. Are you sure it’s a good or safe idea to investigate? Ain’t that what the cops are for? Keep on trying.”
“Then let’s hope he ain’t smart enough to come find you here. Do you not exactly know who this person is by any chance? Must make what you’re going through then times harder. Just enjoy your time without them in your life.”
“I understand.” Even though he was trying his hardest to be okay and forget the past, it was easier said than done. “It’s never easy, getting over something, but again, I understand.”
“So you’re saying you agree with the reason and the fact he didn’t want you anywhere near his little clique? That reason is never valid. Least not in my opinion.”
“I’m sure I’ve seen and heard worse but I’ll take your word for it. Anyone can show up, right? I wouldn’t worry about it too much, could be a long shot.”
A slight chuckle escaped, just hearing those words was comical yet a relief. He wasn’t the strong and confident man he used to be, now weaker and somewhat insecure. His mental health went down hill in his world and never once went back to the way it once was. “Both tough.” Troy nodded in confirmation. “All about survival. Harder than you think. No, zombies, ma’am. Gotta get the brain to kill them.”
“No, he left to become a lawyer and he succeeded. Just can’t do much as a lawyer when the world is over and all that surrounds you is the walking dead.” Which was one reason he was proud to be trained in what he was. That his father taught him survival. Jake was never cut out for the militia or to fight. Although their father believed he could be the leader, even though Troy worked so hard to be exactly that. Not that it matter now that his entire family were gone and he was suppose to be with them. “This second chance is one I never ever thought would be, I mean who would? Gotta say I’m thankful though.” It was scary not knowing when you could possibly lose your life again but he didn’t let himself think about it. Least not anymore. He knew he had to make the most of his second chance just in case. “Did Chicago not look so much like a city after the war?” He asked, slight brow raised as he wondered what her world looked like. His looked the same, except wasteland and struggling survivors. “I’m not going anywhere.” That was a promise he could only hope he’d be able to keep. If it was broken it wouldn’t be him who broke it. “I’m not just the man who killed, I’ve done plenty of decent things in my life.” He was more than just the monster his father use to make him out to be. He had done wrong, he knew that but it was too late to change the past. No guilt made everything easier to live with, especially since he really would do half of it all over again. He really did have no regrets. Even if he did feel slight guilt for murdering his best friend without good reason. “That’s right. You try to save a life and the person you care for enough to do so hammers you to oblivion.” He was bitter but who wouldn’t be? “Did they believe they didn’t know who they were because they lost their faction? It is hard to know who you are after losing what you knew so well before.” Speaking from experience. “Then ice skating it is.”