Walkers

Chapter 13- One

Jake's POV
We returned to camp, still dragging the buck, Daryl and I's arms sore as ever.

Here came Rick, and we had four people blind-folded in front of us. Rick practically jogged over to us in fury.

"Who the hell are they?!" He yelled at us.

Amy and Andrea ran up to us and grabbed the deer, kissing my cheek before her and Andrea dragged the deer away.

"We found them while we were hunting, we wanted to see if you wanted to keep them in the group." I told Rick.

"We gotta keep them somewhere, locked up. We don't know if they can be trusted, I don't want Carl and Lori to get hurt. I trust you can back me up?" He asked me.

"Yeah I understand, that's exactly what I was thinking, I don't want any of the women or children getting hurt."

"We're on the same page then?" Rick asked.

"Yeah." I answered.

First off, we made sure we made sure we collected all their supplies and weapons so they wouldn't be a risk to anyone.

We walked around the second floor of the hospital, inside the psychiatric ward when we found a room that locked from the outside. We decided to put them in there- with security outside of the door. Tyreese was a huge guy, I had no doubt he could do some damage to the door, but a bullet would sure stop him.

A couple days passed and the four new people seemed to be doing okay staying in one room, well mostly. Allen seemed to be the worst out of all of them, which I didn't blame him, hell, he just lost his wife. I gave him credit, if Amy died, I probably would've too.

It was my turn to guard the door. I had been guarding it since dawn and it was around afternoon when Rick and Daryl came by.

"I'm gonna go talk to them." Rick said.

"Want me to go with you?" I asked.

"Sure, Daryl- you guard this room, if something seems off, don't hesitate to come in."

"Okay." Daryl mumbled.

Rick and I entered the room to see the woman, who I found out her name was Sasha, laying down on the bed, sleeping, Allen staring at the wall, Tyreese reading one of the medical books we found laying around the hospital, and Ben laying on the floor counting the ceiling tiles.

Everybody stopped what they were doing except Sasha, who continued to sleep until Tyreese shook her awake.

"Huh?" She gasped.

"They're here." Tyreese told her.

"Oh!" She said and sat up, rubbing her forehead.

"You guys seem ok," Rick said as Tyreese smiled. "We just want to ask all four of you three questions."

"Fair enough." Tyreese beamed.

"How many walkers have you killed."

"Uh, I'd say about a couple dozen." Tyreese said.

"Same." Allen said.

"Yeah." Sasha agreed.

"My mom and dad are, well were, the walker killers, so for me, about a half-dozen." Ben frowned.

"How many people have you killed?" Rick asked.

"One." Tyreese said tearfully.

"None" said Sasha.

"Same." Ben said.

"Allen?" I said.

"One." He muttered.

"Why?" Rick asked, for the third and final question.

"My mom was bit, she would've turned." Tyreese choked.

"Never had too." Sasha and Ben said almost in-sync.

"Donna would've turned.." Allen said, looking to the ground.

I walked over to him and rested my hand on his shoulder, "It's okay, you and Ben will be safe now, all we can do is pray for no more deaths."

"After what happened to Donna, I don't have any faith in God." He looked up to me.

"I understand." I said.

"You guys seem okay, we'll move you to another room, give you all a room by yourself if you prefer. We'll give you guys some jobs but since you're new, you'll be watched over heavily." Rick stated.

"I understand that." Tyreese said, walking up to me and Rick- shaking both of our hands.

"Welcome to the group." I told them all as I shook Tyreese's hand.