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GREY KINGSTON
once my leg is no longer gushing blood and i'm not feeling so faint, rick and carl introduce me to the rest of their group. they all seem to be very kind people with good heads on their shoulders. i have to believe it though, i know no one in their right mind would let bad people they don't trust around their newborn baby.
i'm given my own cell for the use of my bedroom. all the cells are taken on the lower level so mine's at the top of the stairs. i actually don't particularly mind the thought of sleeping in a jail cell, it seems safe to me.
it's now nighttime and i'm sitting at the top of the stairs eating my dinner and watching over the group doing the same in various areas of the room. beth is sitting with me; just from being introduced to her earlier i think she's one of the sweetest people i've ever met.
"i can't believe you know carl and rick. it must be pretty crazy meeting up with people you know after all this time." she smiles at me.
"yeah, i can't believe it either. how'd you meet them?"
"on our farm. it was our last camp. most of them, including some others we lost along the way, stayed with us there. carl got shot on accident by otis. he was our ranch hand on the farm, worked with us for years." a soft smile grows on her face as she remembers this man. "so we brought carl and everyone back to our farm and we all became a family since then."
"wow, i'm so sorry you had to leave your home."
"it's okay, we all did." she nods her head. "how old are you?"
"nineteen. always been a few years older than carl. i used to boss him around when we were little." i laugh and so does she.
our attention turns towards carl who's making his way up the stairs to us with a bowl of food in his hands.
"i didn't know you got shot!" i exclaim.
he chuckles while taking a seat on one of the steps, "it's okay, hershel fixed me up good."
"grey was just tellin' me 'bout how she used to boss ya around when you two were young." beth fills him in, laughing.
carl shakes his head, "yeah, yeah. she can tell you that, but don't believe her." he teases.
i slowly drown out the rest of their conversation as i watch daryl cleaning off his knife. his eyes keep flicking up to me, watching the three of us talk.
i grab my cup and bowl, "i'm gonna go get some more water."
i watch my footing as i go down the remainder of the stairs, gripping the banister for dear life hoping i don't cause my wound to start bleeding again.
