When You Break

“Yeah, this doesn’t seem right,” Ryan added. “I know everyone’s first instincts would be to grab the wife and kids and get the hell outta Dodge, just like we all did back in Winspear, but there should be at least some people who didn’t make it out. There should be at least some of those Z-heads around here, and this place is just deserted.”

“What’s over there?” She pointed to a small stone path near the side of the house.

When he got to his house, he unlocked the door and went inside. He took off his boots and left them at the door. “We don’t want any muddy footprints in here,” he chuckled.

“Sometimes I wonder if you even care about us at all.” As Rick explains to Shane the situation in which Lori, his wife, made this comment to him in front of their son, Carl, in season one of The Walking Dead, you can tell that this was something the stung and really hurt Rick inside. He goes on to say that “the difference between men and women is a man would never say something so cruel.” This may or may not be true, but the fact that he made this comment shows that there is obvious resentment that he has for his wife, and shows that she may not trust him as the caregiver for their family. What is incredible about this situation is the fact that this all seemingly was able to go away after Rick fought through

When Rick woke up from his coma, he awakens with no clue on the conundrum the world is in. He presumed he was talking to Shane with him holding a vase and only turned around to see crumbling flowers and walking out the room with shock to see the hospital looking like a war zone. Rick was completely bewildered when he saw all the corpses and bullet holes in the walls. Furthermore, he looked through a door, seeing a dead woman with only a small portion of her body left, this left him petrified. Eventually,

The house is made of logs and fits the woodland aesthetic perfectly. It is as if this house was always here, almost like it grew out of the ground like the oaks, pines, maples and cedars surrounding it. Stepping into the foyer from the garage brings you to french doors that look out toward the pond. Soft, carpeted steps lead to a large master bedroom, bathroom, and

: (Laughs hysterically) Pray, to whom exactly? Yahweh?Allah?Krishna?Budda? When has getting on your knees ever solved anything except when surrendering? (Shaking head) You people and your faith; you think your ‘gods’ keep you safe. But what happens when start getting broken? Do you start questioning your fate? As a child, I was rather strange. I had a passion for killing little things. Rabbits, chickens, ducks; it gave me such a thrill to choke the life out of those poor creatures. To feel them shifting under my hold, trying to fight as hard as they can to free themselves; to hold on to dear life. It gave me such a rush to feel the life leaving their fragile little bodies. I had the power of God at the palm of my hands. Pretty soon I started

Daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes, but pulls his hand back from the door. He crosses his arms over his chest, tucking his hands under his armpits and flexing his shoulder muscles. “Nah, jus’ have a twenty-four hour shift startin’ tomorrow, so’s we won’t be able t’have one tomorrow night,” his eyes trail up Rick’s body. “But whatever you wanna call it is fine.”

It was early morning, Rick tried his best to get up for school, but his body refused to even move. It took an astounding 25 minutes for Rick to even stand up correctly without falling face-first straight into the wood floor. When he finally had the energy to move, he trudged across the hallway, while his eyes still half closed. Rick’s Mother shouted like an elephant who had been bitten by a lion. Rick jumped up with adrenaline rushing through his system, trying to hastily complete his morning routine. When Rick was done, he ran down the stairs with a big smile on his face when smelling the bacon and eggs in the kitchen. The dining room looked like it was forced into a corner of the house, which made it difficult to maneuver through. Upon sitting

"Would you all get out of my garage!" Rick says taking a sip from his flask.

She ran up the short set of stairs and knocked on the carriage house door. Seconds later it swung open, apparently on its own, because her grandmother was sitting on the sofa sipping a cup of tea. "Nona?" Moya squeaked.

The moment the crowd had been broken apart and pushed away from the downed Rick, his senses came crashing back. There was blood on his shirt, his hands, his face. He didn't look any different from most of the other Mortys who surrounded him, and he wasn't treated any differently either. He was escorted from the building and rounded with countless other Mortys like cattle.

“I’ve been this way before,” said Ero. “There are a few scattered roundhouses, mostly deserted, as far as I know. We can shelter in one for a night or two, hunt. I think it’ll help.”

Frustrated Rick looked up at the ceiling. “I thought you’d understand. You’ve done your research on the Visitors. I was married as much as they are.”

Have you ever felt like your life is spinning out of control? There is a whirlwind of life and breaks can help stop the spinning for a while. A break is a perfect way to rejuvenate.Breaks help us strengthen bonds with our family, our friends and ourselves. Life is demanding and breaks help control the spinning of life.