This is the second book of the SOS series, this time we are carrying on in the Prison. There will be new characters coming in, double the drama and double the excitement! Enjoy x
Martinez's point of view As I drove to the prison I started appreciating things as the world went by. The empty-ish fields with only a few walkers and peace.
I hummed my favourite tune in my head, Imagine by John Lennon.
(By the way if you listen to Imagine by John Lennon for Martinez's point of view it really fits)
The trees wizzed past me and the sky was blue as ever. I wished it would always be like this. Still. Still was a perfect way to describe it, it was like the world was getting happy again, at-least that's what it felt like.
I closed my eyes for a split second with my hands steadily on the steering wheel, imagining all my family around me, all my family that were now the dead. I imagined what they would say- about my decisions. About everything I was doing right now, capturing Andrea against her will.
They wouldn't be happy, so should I? Yeah maybe Woodbury was safer than being out in the wild with walkers- but was it the right thing?
The world would probably never be how it used to be again, but we could make it close. I was part of history now, I was one of the only survivors. In years to come people could write about me in their history books- I had to make it for the right reason.
Should I take Andrea if I found her? Or should I turn back, face the Governor and leave.
Peace.
Fleurs point of view (John Lennon probably won't suit this part so turn it off now)
"Everyone gather round!" Rick called out in the field, we all made our way over. "There's been some evidence that someone or someone's have been going outside the gates at night- which can I mention is forbidden for safety reasons."
Me and Carl looked at each other worryingly. We didn't think anyone would find out. "If you tell me it was you, now, then nobody will be in trouble. You have to know that it is for everyone's safety."
There was no way I was admitting it was me and Carl, we were capable enough to kill a couple walkers every night if we had to.
Usually we would only go out for a couple hours anyways to watch the sunset on an abandoned building.
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I didn't want to throw it away, because those times were the highlights of my day.
Rick scanned the group, waiting for just one of us to answer. It was obvious Carl wasn't going to tell him either, so that made me relieved.
"Okay well I guess I'll just have to let it slide then, but if I catch anyone then there will be consequences."
I gulped, consequences? How bad? Surely he wouldn't kick anyone out of the group or anything.
People returned back to what they were doing and Carl immediately walked over to where I was standing. "What are we gonna do?" he said, burying his face in his hands, "He's your father Carl, if he found out I bet nothing bad would happen to you." "What about you thought?" Carl said worryingly, "What do you mean? My father helped Rick out too much, he saved your life when you got shot, he could never do anything to me."
Punishing me would cause too many arguments within the group, so we were probably lucky to be in our situation. "So, are we gonna keep on doing it then?" I asked, "Yeah- of course. I enjoy it too much." Carl smiled, he kissed me on the cheek before picking up a shovel, "But for now apparently I have to plant more tomatoes." I laughed at him before readjusting his hat on his head, "You do that."
Martinez's point of view As I pulled over to the side of the road I decided to just clear my mind. I would think more about my decisions later.
I took out my map and started walking down the mud trail, the prison was apparently slightly away from the main road to make it harder for prison breaks.
It was a bit like a maze, sometimes the mud trail would become unclear and I wouldn't be sure if I was even on it anymore. But I knew I was going the right direction. It took ages but finally I could see a prison tower poking out from behind the trees.
I got a bit annoyed with how long this was taking me and Andrea might not even be there. I pushed the bushes and brambles out of my way stepping onto a new path. I could hear voices. Many voices.
I ran behind a tree and put my hand to my pistol. Directly in front of me was the prison fence, and I could see right inside.
There was a huge front field.
Inside there were people, a lot of people. I could see a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes, a girl with long brown hair and green yes, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes... and plenty more.
Then just as I peered further I noticed three extremely familiar faces, A man with one hand, A girl with a katana, And a blonde girl the Governor wanted very much.
Merle, Michonne and Andrea.
Shit.
Katelyns point of view/While Martinez is watching "Stop messing up my work," I told Isla who just laughed at my face. I was trying to draw Tom because I wanted to remember what he looked like forever. You know- incase anything happened I would always have a memory of him.
But Isla thought it was terrible and to be honest, it wasn't my best artwork.
A shiver ran down my spine, "Do you feel that?" I whispered to Isla and Fleur shot her head up, "I do," Fleur said, "I feel like I'm being watched." I looked over to cell block one where Carl was leaning against a pole gazing at Fleur, "Well now you have your answer," I pointed and laughed.
"No but I feel it too," Isla said lowing her eyebrows and crossing her arms anxiously, "Same," Andy said, walking over and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Me too but it's probably just a breeze," I tried to convince them and myself.
But I wasn't so sure, I looked outside the fence scanning the trees and bushes but nothing was there. So I let it go.
