#regmonroe

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regmonroe

“You could've at least built the wall around the tower, y'know. You're leaving yourself vulnerable to snipers from the outside looking in.”

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Birds chirped happily outside of the window of the bedroom and the sunlight pierced through the blinds. A smile spread over Deanna’s face as she woke, a hand reaching out towards her husband’s side of the bed. She frowned at the feeling of cool sheets and the absent contact of her husband. The woman climbed out of bed and headed downstairs, the smell of recently toasted bread filling her nose. She wrapped her arms around Reg’s torso and let out a content sigh. “Good morning.” She murmured as she peered around him and to what he was preparing on the stove.

The birds, sunshine, breakfast all cast an illusion that things were normal. She supposed that inside the walls life was normal, or as normal as it could be since the dead had once again walked the earth. It had been this way since the beginning. Here dinner parties still existed, children played out in the streets, and it was partly because of the man whose arms were wrapped around. He had been the facilitating movement behind the walls and what started the community. She was incredibly proud of him. 

Deanna released her hold on Reg and moved to the coffee pot and began to prepare the beverage. “Let’s eat breakfast outside today. It’s a beautiful day, lets take advantage of it.” She suggested as she pressed the start button of the machine, the coffees aroma filling the house.