The Immune's Cure (The Walking Dead/Carl Grimes)

Princess (Chapter Two)

Casey's POV

My room was right next to Negan's room. I assume so he could hear if I tried to escape. I rolled my eyes at the fact that he even put a bell on the door so anytime it opened the bell would ring. There was no lock on the door so I didn't even have privacy. The room looked to be recently used. But it was still neatly cleaned ready for me to take over. I didn't have any clothes... or weapons... or anything.

"Whatever you need just ask for. I'm sure our lovely ladies around here would be happy to give you clothes... make you food... do anything you ask." Negan said standing in the doorway.

"What if I try to leave?" I asked and he chuckled shaking his head.

"We'll shoot you down."

"That won't work."

"Then we'll go to Alexandria and take the other boy's eye." He gritted through his teeth and I shut my mouth. "I think we have an agreement. And just a reminder, for the first few days; maybe weeks, someone will be watching you. Get some rest." He shut the door and the bell went off.

I groaned and lied in the bed. The windows were barred off, the bathroom was just a toilet which meant I had to go elsewhere to shower. I assume they have showers, hopefully. If not I'll use that sink if I need to. There was a stench all over the place that I couldn't escape. I stuffed my head into my shirt inhaling the smell of Alexandria. I just want to know where they put Daryl. If I can't leave maybe I can help him escape.

There wasn't much for me to do. The first few days I didn't even leave my room. I cried every night replaying Glenn's death in my head. God... Glenn had been here since the beginning and this man just takes him away from us in a second. Oh how I wish at night I could leave my room and slash his throat. Negan checked in on me at least once a day. He usually brought food with him. It was almost always a sandwich unless it was morning, then it was some soggy cold oatmeal or a piece of toast. One morning when he came by I laid in the bed staring at the ceiling.

"You aren't a prisoner. Stop acting like one." He growled setting the plate down on the nightstand.

"Free people don't get taken from their homes and forced to live somewhere they don't." I didn't even look at him.

"Be grateful." He scoffed crossing his arms.

"I want a weapon." I finally looked at him and he nearly laughed at me.

"You are a weapon." He sighed with a smile.

"Give me a knife. I only ask for a knife." I sat up and he thought for a moment. He pulled a pocketknife from his jacket. He held it out but when I went to take it he pulled back.

"If I find out that this knife touches any of my people, that will be the knife your little boyfriend will see last." I took the knife glaring at him. "Understood?" I nodded and then he left.

It's been months since I had worn the same clothes for more than a few days. They were blood stains all over my shirt and pants. I can't even remember who's blood it was. Glenn? Abraham? Some walker? Everything has mushed together in my brain. For entertainment I flung around the pocket knife. I got the idea to stand at the door and throw the knife as hard as I could into the wall. With my strength the whole blade went through the wall. I made the hole big enough to see on the other side. They were drywalls so I could easily just send my fist through but that would make a loud noise.

The room on the other end was white, it didn't take long for me to recognize that it was an infirmary. Luckily no one was on the other side so I wouldn't get caught red handed. It probably won't take long for someone to find the hole, then I'll get in trouble. But for now I'll cover it up on my side and use this as a listening opportunity.