1 | 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ➪ 𝔇.𝔇𝔦𝔵𝔬𝔫

T W E N T Y - S I X

Samantha pointed to Hershel who was heading towards Merle. Merle was wrapping his metal case with duct tape. Samantha could wonder why but nothing would come of guessing. "There may be a chance for your brother," she finally looked at Daryl who watched Hershel sit in front of Merle. They could hear the conversation Hershel had with Merle. It was hard to have anything private in a place like a prison.

Samantha started laughing as something clicked in her head. "What?" Daryl snapped annoyed with her. "You're a killer, I'm a killer, everyone here is a killer. And we all seek shelter in a prison. It's ironic." He nodded seeing the truth in what she said. "I don't think you know what ironic means," he didn't look at her, he looked out the window. It had thick glass, you could barely see out of it, and it had thick bars on it. Making it impossible to escape through.

"Happening in the opposite way to what is expected, and typically causing wry amusement because of this." She gave him the definition of ironic, "Impressive," was all he said and they were both silent being forced to hear the conversation between Hershel and Merle. "And if your right hand offends you, cut it off, cast it from you. For it is profitable that one of your members should perish-" Hershel paused and Merle continued it, "'And not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.' Matthew 5:29 and 30." Samantha remembered the line just not its place.

She rarely could remember anything into the Bible and usually needed a hint to remember. She knew her father was ashamed of her lack of interest in the catholic religion. She didn't care for the word of God, she doubted the truth of the Bible. She wondered how so many people could be sure that the Bible wasn't written by people who discovered weed and were high as a kite. There was nothing to prove that. She wondered how none of the writers of the Bible didn't have offspring. But whenever she asked those questions people would get offended instead of answering them.

"Woodbury had a fine library." Merle excused and Samantha scoffed. "Every library is required to have a Bible, you have to have a damn good memory to remember." She thought aloud. She could feel Daryls eyes on her, "I was a priest's daughter and I can't remember a single line without a little help." Daryl looked away, "When the Governor gets back, he's gonna kill me, then Michonne, then Samantha, my brother. Then he's gonna come for your girls. The baby, Glenn, Carl. And he'll save Rick for last." Samantha knew the Governor was a sick man. He would save Rick for last so Rick could watch everyone he loved die.

"That's who you are dealing with," Merle wasn't all bad, yes he was arrogant, selfish, egotistical, misogynistic. But the fact he said all this proves he wasn't all bad. Daryl walked away heading to a cell next to Samantha's, no one had claimed it yet so he took it as his own. Samantha sat down letting her legs fall between the bars, her legs swinging back and forth.

She tried not to listen as Carol talked to Daryl but it was kinda hard. She thought about the forest as she closed her eyes. Whenever she was in it she felt secluded and safe under its cover. The sound of leaves under feet and birds chirping in the sky, taking refuge on the branches. Samantha still felt uncomfortable around Carol. She couldn't stop thinking about the farm whenever she looked at her.

Yes, she no longer saw Sophia or heard Sophia's voice when looking at Carol, but she couldn't forgive herself. She had promised Carol, made that promise when they were on that hill. And she hated that when Shane brought his aim down to the little girl, all she could do was stand and watch. She had been nightmare-free for close to a week, and she hoped it would stay that way. "Except for when you admitted who I was," Samantha hit her head against one of the bars.

"I'm back because you need to promise me you won't kill humans with a gun." Samantha sighed, she thought she would never have Amelia be her conscious. "Why are you back?" She whispered so no one could hear. "You know why," Samantha turned her head so she was facing her sister. "Why this form?" She asked, "Why to cause me this pain?" Amelia nodded. "Because you have accepted who I am, that I'm your sister." Samantha sighed annoyed.