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chapter forty-two | the redneck's story
LAUREL COULDN'T BELIEVE it. The fact that T-Dog was dead and she lost Carol in the maze of the prison, and she has no idea who was alive or not. That was the worst part of being stuck in the cafeteria with walkers at the door, not knowing whether her sister was okay was eating her alive.
Laurel has been trying to escape from the windows of the cafeteria, trying to saw the metal with a metal chair leg that she ripped off for lunch tables. It was no use though. All she did was cut up her hands pretty good.
Laurel tried to be as quiet as she could, trying to let the walkers forget she was here. But, every time they went quiet and she thought they, well, walked away, she tried to slip out. All they did was stand right outside, not moving. She's pretty sure there's something that blocked them from going too far so they stayed close by. Only logical thing.
Or maybe, the angel of death finally decided it's time for Laurel to go.
But, Laurel has the gene of stubbornness and she refuses to die. Especially in a fucking cafeteria.
She tried to think of a million reasons why the others haven't found her yet. She wondered if they were even looking for her... or if there was anybody even alive to think about her.
A million possibilities.
Laurel sighed, throwing the now empty can of beans to the floor after she took the last bite. She slid off the lunch table, her butt getting sore from the flat surface. She was sick of sitting on her ass, locked in a room with nothing to do but think.
Think about Cassie, think about her dead brother, think about how confusing Daryl was and how much he pissed her off. She couldn't get rid of T-Dog screams out of her head, or Carol's.
I need to get the fuck outta here.
Laurel looked at the cafeteria doors, watching it slightly open and the walker's fingers tried to slide through the double doors. The crossbow that kept the doors shut jiggled but didn't give.
She walked around the large bloodstain on the cement floor, from Hershel's amputation and walked towards the doors as quietly as she could. A plan forming in her head with each step she took. It wasn't very thought out, but she decided, fuck it. Death probably beats staying stuck in here.
Laurel cracked her neck, grabbing the crowbar before jumping back, letting the walkers stumble into the room as she raised the bar like a baseball bat.
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Daryl and Cassie looked for Laurel a good hour on their side of the prison that their cellblock was in, hoping she was close by so they didn't have to go too far inside the prison.
Cassie stayed on Daryl's heels the whole time, not leaving his side whatsoever as they cleared hallways after hallway, room after room, cell after cell. Cassie was getting restless by every second they spent looking.
