MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【25】

When Carl begins his way to the room with the new people, I follow before Hershel lifts his crutch, blocking my way.

"You've had a rough week. Let me give you a checkup, make you some dinner, and you go lay down," he offers softly.

"Carl shouldn't be alone when guarding the new people," I deny.

"Hana," Glenn warns from his place on the stairs, "Let Hershel look you over."

"I don't have a busted up face from Merle," I remind, "I'm fine."

"Little one, you're fine on the outside. But, your eyes are telling me that something is wounded elsewhere in you," Hershel worries.

"I'm fine," I argue.

"I just gave Michonne a check up. She's asleep now. Glenn and Maggie, too. Let me, please, check on you," he continues.

"I'm going to guard," I shake my head, sidestepping the crutch in my way,

"And if you're hurt and those people try something?" Glenn asks.

I stop by the door, Carl looking past me to Glenn. With a swift turn, I glare to Glenn.

"I already killed one person in the last twenty four hours. I'll do it again if I have to."

Glenn's eyes widen, despite his injury. He begins off the step as Hershel's breath wavers in concern. I turn my back to them both, following Carl the rest of the way out and slamming the door shut. Carl and I trade a single look and he nods before locking the door.

"Hana," Glenn begs, stepping by the door.

"You got beat up and had a break down. How about you go take a nap, Glenn?" I ask, giving him a single look before walking away.

Carl and I sit on opposite sides of the room, watching the seven new people.

"Hey, boss man," a bigger man smiles to Carl.

"Hey," Carl whispers back before the two delve into conversation.

"Yah," a voice calls, "You always look this angry?" 

My head snaps in the direction of the voice, finally landing on the guy that sat alongside another girl.

"Depends on the day," I shrug.

He smiles a bit, looking to the floor then back to me, "By the looks of it, then, you've had a bad one."

"You have no idea," I shake my head.

"No, I do. Haven't had the best week myself," he admits.

My week started with T-Dog and Lori dying and is now here. I'm sure I had him outmatched.

"You always swear and drop honorifics around your brother?" he asks.

I recall Glenn and I arguing when we came in from returning- this guy heard everything and understood it all. A warm heat rises up my neck and cheeks at the thought.

"My brother and I are the only ones that speak Korean around here. Sorry," I apologize.

"It's all good. For me, anyway. You two seemed to be going at each other pretty hard, though," he points out.

"Depends on his mood," I rephrase my earlier words.

"Not yours?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

Air escapes my nose and I shake my head, "He started this one."

"My hyung was the same way," he nods, trying to relate to my situation, "Must be serious if you dropped honorifics."