Hush Baby Im here

Chapter 25

Hope you guys like this story so far. I'm not sure where it will end, but hopefully not any time soon. :) ~kristy.

We all stood in front of the gates of Alexandria. Two men with large guns dragged the gate open in front of us. Rick held Judith in his arms as she babbled and played with his hat.

Something shifted in the wood and we all immediately turn towards it. Daryl shoots at something, at low level, that is invisible to the rest of us. Then out of the grass he pulls a possum with a red and yellow arrow caught directly in the eye.

"What are you doing?" One of the men in gates asks, pointing to Daryl's rodent.

"We brought dinner." Daryl stated gruffly. I wanted to chuckle, and Abraham did a little, but I held back because I felt it was a time to be serious. We all stepped through the large gate, entering a world that seemed almost foreign to us. 

"We'll need you to hand over your weapons. If your gonna stay." one of the man ordered.

"We don't know if we want to yet." Rick replied.

They led us to an older building, rolling out a cart where we had to place all our weapons on.

"They're still your guns, you can check them out when ever you leave the gates." Dianna said. I had only met her moments ago, and I could already tell she was in charge. She held her self high, and she was smart but yet had a gentle look in her eyes. I watched as Carol clumsily places her large gun on the cart.

Smiling at Dianna, what was she playing at?

My dessert eagle was placed among the guns and other weaponry, but I never put down my knife.
That could get you in trouble, remember last time?

Still I made no move to remove my knife, it seemed these people didn't care as much. Letting complete strangers into their home.

After a women wheeled the cart away, Dianna pulled us into her office for an interview, one by one. I looked around at everything, an odd feeling settling into my stomach. Daryl exits the room and comes to join the rest of us outside, when I was called in. Daryl catches my eyes as I walk past him, and he nods reassuringly, as if he was saying I have nothing to be worried about.

I entered a rather large office space, from the photos I gather that she has two sons, who looked close in age, and a husband. I nervously sit in the black, plush leather chair, opposite of a short blue sofa. Above the sofa a red video camera stood on poles, at eye height.

"Do you mind if I record this interview??" She asks.

"No." I immediately respond, ugh to quickly. My palms were sweating, as I clasp them together.

"What's your name?" she asks with a soft voice. 

"Beth." I don't know why, but I don't want to speak my last name. I guess the trust issues are setting in.

"And how old are you?"

"I don't know," I pause to think, doubt founded "what month is it?" It was bewildering to think I didn't know the date, I could be either nine-teen or twenty.

"April."

"Nine-teen." My birthday wasn't for a few months, "sorry." I mutter looking down embarrassed.

"No, it's fine. Can you tell me about yourself? What do you like to do?"

"I like children," I will always want a family, no matter the possibilities of complications in this world. She nods her head for me to go on.

"And singing." I don't think there was much else left of me, everything else had to be put away.

"How long were you out there?" It kills me that her face maintains the same expression as she speaks. Where as I was clammy and clustered, all awkward. I try to rack my brain for the days before the prison, to the ones after. The ones on the farm. Home.

"Too long." I reply simply.

"Why's that?"

"Because I don't remember days or nights, I remember slaughter, blood, and torture. Everything is red. People are not people anymore, there is threats, and there are those to protect. Night time never comes with sleep, just mindless rest, and being alert. And family, Well, that to me is everyone who walked through that gate and they need to feel human again, to feel like a family." 

She looks confused about what I was saying for a bit, before asking another question.

"Why do you want to be here."

"I want those people to be here, to be safe and be able to live and not just survive."

"Alright," she claps her hands on her jeans, "any questions?" I shake my head. Still thinking about my dad, the red there. Tireese. Jimmy. T-dog. Lori. Shawn. All the blood, there was so much of it.

She escorted me to the door and promised to check on me later, and that she'll send someone to escort is to our "home's" as soon as possible.

I just nod, I felt, numb.