Lyllian’s head slumped to the side on the couch eyes half closed. The night was so long and no matter the blankets, the heater, the cats on her legs – she was cold. Cold and waiting for Michael to get off work.

They were supposed to watch the latest Walking Dead episode on the On Demand since they’d missed it the previous night. They’d stayed up watching the end of a thrilling espionage film with Cary Grant. The Walking Dead was a very violent show. Sometimes a bit too violent in her opinion but what it lacked in subtlety at times it made up for it in story. In tightly woven characters. Characters fighting demons in their minds and in each other. The will for survival was what interested Lyllian and after the first episode (an assignment from one of Michael’s college courses) they kept watching it. And now, tonight was part one of the season finale of season six. The time when all shows took their breaks so networks could debut new shows they’d already promoted the hell out of.

The show centered around a particular group of strangers thrown together as devastation became the world around them. Sometimes Lyllian wondered how she’d fare in a catastrophe such as a zombie apocalypse. She’d like to think she was tough. Adaptable. Smart. Resourceful. A kick-ass ass in tight jeans and an old tee-shirt, smoky eyes smudged sexily like Maggie. But at the end of it - all she really would be is afraid. 

Next Chapter: Lyllian 1999