Apr 11, 2012 09:12
Tell Michonne that she'd ever stand inside a church again, and she'd think you were crazy. She's got no use for this anymore, for praying, or hoping for a change, or even just a chance to keep going. Because what kind of god lets the dead walk the earth, mercilessly killing anyone in their way?
The book of Revelations never went into specifics, but she has a feeling walkers wasn't what the world expected for Judgement Day.
And yet, here she is, standing just inside. She has her hood up, but for good reason - it's been cold the past few nights and mornings, only warming up to the mid-fifties. But now that she's inside, she pushes the hood down and takes in the stained glass, a baptismal font, confessionals. Walking forward, she sits down in a pew in the middle aisle facing the pulpit. The rest of the church seems empty, but isn't it that the eyes of the Lord are always upon you? The sanctuary candle is lit - God's home - she thinks for a second, and she just sits. Sits and wonders what the point of any of this is.
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