Nothing but Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

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Garrett was tossing and turning in his chair as he slept. He had thought his office was a jail cell, the walls were solid but suddenly changed too cold iron bars.

He heard screams from other cells, his friends. The screams paralyzed him from even pushing the door open. The sun light of dawn shone in, he stood and put his hand on the bars. With a pause, he pushed with all his might and a after a brief flash of pain the prison cell itself was left behind him on a hill.

From the outside it was tiny, pathetic. After so long crouched in the dark he stood up and let the light warm his skin, my brown hair flowing in a heavenly wind. Upon the walls written in stone were the words "fear," "guilt" and "murderer." He threw his head toward the sky with a scream that came from his mouth and suddenly, he was in the cold damp cell again.

It was just a dream.

A knock on his door awoke him. The door flew open and it was the preacher, Jessica. Her eyes her red and puffy, seeming as she had been crying for a while now. Tears slid down from her warm, butterscotch eyes, followed by one after another, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it's way down her pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of her, but she did not make a sound.

"I made you a map so that you could get your friends." She sobbed in front of him. He was confused as to why she cried. "Not only did you save your friends, you killed all the people that were there! Women and children, I knew people that were there! They were my friends!"

That's when he understood. 

Kenny had begged Deanna to come stay with him when she got into the warehouse, but she didn't. She decided to stay in Rebecca's room with her. Rebecca began to fill her in on what happened while she was gone, telling her mostly about David's men. The men that came here and almost raped her and Lucas. 

Deanna didn't talk and held no emotion on her face. She laid there on the couch just listening to Rebecca talk. She was in shock by what Rebecca was telling her, everything about David's men. She wasn't treated like that back where she was being held. Both her and William were treated well. In fact she felt safe there.

It wasn't the greatest of places where her and William were being held. It was a dark damp basement, with no windows. They were held in  separate cells and they were split by iron bars. They were well fed and David himself would even come down and talk with them. They would talk about things before the dead started to walk. In a weird way, she missed that place. Though she was grateful for her group coming to save her, she missed that place. She felt safer there.

William was outside by the fences this morning. He was pissed. He found an old re-bard bar lying on the ground. He began to jab the pole into the Walkers eyes. Every once in a while the blood would spray him and get over his shirt. But he had to take his angry out. William didn't take Deanna's side at all. He wanted to leave that place badly, he would have killed David himself if he got his hands around his neck. 

The thing that pissed him off the most was Garrett not killing that guy. He had him caught and he could have ended it all, but he let David go. "Fuck him." William mumbled under his breath thinking about how stupid Garrett was. He jabs the pole into another Walkers eye. This one falls to the ground slowly as it had its finger grasping onto the chain-linked fence.

Doug makes his presents known by clearing his throat. William turns around to face him and spits onto the ground. Doug's eye flinches as he goes to open his mouth. "Garrett tells me that you are a good builder."

"What about it?" William scowled in his direction.

"Well....if we are all going to be living here, then we all have jobs to do." Doug began. "I don't know if you have met Dylan yet, he's the one with the beard, looks little scruffy." William shakes his head no. "The point is he used to work at a lumber mill, he handles wood. If he handles it and you build something we could really get something going here."