Who: Frank Castle frankcastle & Carl Grimes wherescarl What: Random Meeting When: October 1, evening Where: Grocery Store Rating: Reader Discretion is Advised Warnings: Frank Castle. Potential discussion of zombies and The Walking Dead. Probably discussion of violence and bad parenting. Status: Closed/Incomplete
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Avoiding home was something Frank Castle had become a professional at long before he'd wound up on the streets of Madison. He stared into the frozen food cooler as if the answers to all his life's questions could be found among the prepared dinners. For all he knew of this place? They were in there.
Magic was real under the dome.
Ariel was really a mermaid, really a princess, and really hurting because of something she'd done to be nice.
Frank opened the cooler to take out two different brands of meatloaf. He flipped the boxes over to compare the ingredients while he tried not to think about his ward being at home alone, eating alone, spending time outside the apartment she was supposed to call home because it was either go somewhere else or continue to be alone. Every time he thought about her face -the stricken look she sported around him- Frank felt his chest clench in sympathy or maybe guilt.
It wasn't his little mermaid's fault he was a broken man.
Someone was moving down the aisle and Frank stepped back from the coolers, the meals still in his hands though he didn't feel like eating anymore. Food was a fuel source. He knew eating wasn't anything to do with wants since it was a need. He was beginning to wonder if he needed to make things right with Ariel or if it was just something he wanted.
"Sorry if I'm in the way. Guess I'm not doing too good at making decisions right now."