Nothing but Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

Self Hurt

Garrett has awakened quite late.The office he stayed in was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which looked down upon the main room. On the brown desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight.

There was a swivel chair right in front of the desk. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf.

Tom and Dave helped Garrett bring up a lounge chair into his office so he could sleep on something comfortable. The armchair was something like a creamy leather marshmallow. It was the kind of chair that molded around you and hugged you as much as supported you. It was the kind of chair that children love and older people see as a back ache waiting to happen. But did all that matter when it was time too sleep? No.

Not knowing what time it was he stood up and looked out the window. Already people were busy about their daily business.

The sudden knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. We looks over to the front of his door from the window. Its Lilly Carter, the girl who invited him to dinner last night. He didn't want to talk to her. He saw her making out with David, and then Bob. She was holding a plate as she stood at the door. She met Garrett's glance as her eyes moved to the window, she smiled and waved with her other hand.

He scowled at her and walked away from the window letting the curtain fall steady back in length of the entire window. "What do you want?" His voice was muffled because he was inside his room.

Lilly noticed there was something wrong with his voice. "You didn't come to dinner last night." Garrett about laughed but he held it in. When dinner was served last night, he grabbed a bowl and headed up to his room. He needed to be alone with his thoughts. "I thought I'd be nice and bring you breakfast."

"Go away." His voice was as cold as ice.

"What you saw me do last night." Lilly began to explain herself. "It's how I survive. It's how we survive. It keeps David and his men happy. They also give me medicine for my grandfather, so he can stay alive. The others don't do it because they can't, they have obligations. I don't." She paused and she waited for Garrett to say something, but he did not. "If it wasn't for me doing what I do....my grandfather would be dead."

Slow desolate tears ran from her unblinking eyes and dripped steadily into her shirt. "The door is unlocked." Garrett's voice said. She wiped the tears from her eyes and opened the door. Garrett was sitting on the desk, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry."

She held back more tears. "Its okay, we have all done something."

"Going to war with Leagues....that means there won't be any medicine for your Grandfather."

"I know." She couldn't hold back the tears anymore. The tears started to come down as she stood in the middle of the room holding the plate of food. Was she crying for her grandfather? Or was she crying because of what she has been doing to try to save him?

Garrett took the plate from her and set it down on the table and pulled her in for a hug. She continued to weep, into his shoulder and into his chest. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to get your grandfather that medicine." Why did he say that? He has only known this girl for a day, and has never met her grandfather.

Once again she wipes her tears away with her sleeve and looks up at him. "Don't make promises you can't keep." She looks over at the food she has brought him. "Your food, its getting cold." She pulled away from him and he let her go. "I'm not usually that emotion."