Don't Get Dead | TWD | Volume 1

[3] Camping They Said, It'll Be Fun They Said

A loud banging woke me up. The sound came three at a time, and it took my still sleeping brain a minute to realise someone was knocking on the front door. I ran my hands over my face, letting out a long groan.

Three more knocks came, one after another, that forced me to stand up. I stretched my arms over my head, walking to the door. The keys were on a small table in the hallway.

"I swear, Glenn. If you keep this up, I'll have to call in for a noise complaint."

The door swung open, but the guy on the other side was not Glenn. He was a much larger man, with black hair covered by a brown cap with a badge like his grey shirt. It looked like some kind of police badge.

"I heard you called for a noise complaint?" he joked.

I could only stare at him, my hands wringing together. "You're not Glenn."

"You are correct," he looked back over his shoulder, and it was only at that point that I noticed Glenn standing behind him. He looked back at me with a smile. "I'm Shane Walsh, sheriff's deputy for the Kings County Police Department."

"What are you doing here?"

I knew what he was doing here, but I wanted him to say it. I couldn't wait for the lecture on why I couldn't be alone with all the dangers around. Part of me wished I was older; this wouldn't have happened if I was an adult.

Shane didn't answer the question. "Can we come in?"

"No."

"Listen," he started. "I understand this may be stressful for you, and you probably feel uncomfortable. We're just here to make sure that you're okay, and I'd appreciate it if you would hear us out."

I didn't answer him. Clearly, he wasn't going to leave, but I still didn't like that he was here. He's a policeman, I thought. He's with Glenn. As much as I hated it, I stepped to the side and let him walk into the house. Glenn tried following him, but I stepped back in the way and stopped him.

"What the hell, Glenn?"

He stopped a confused look on his face. "What?"

"You can't just bring people here!" I exclaimed, pointing back into the house at Shane. He wasn't listening, just looking around inside. "I basically live here now, and you invite strangers over?! I don't know him! I barely know you!"

"You let me come here," he argued.

"I chose to speak to you, not him!" I argued. "If that had been him there the other day, I wouldn't have said anything."

I didn't give Glenn a chance to answer, turning back into the house. When I entered the living room, Shane was looking around the room. I crossed my arms and stared at him from the doorway.

"You got a pretty good setup here," Shane said.

"Does that mean you can leave?" I questioned.

"You know that isn't going to happen."

I ignored him, entering the living room. I grabbed a book I had been reading from the coffee table, laying back on the sofa and holding the book in front of my face to block him out.

"I'm sure Glenn's already told you about the camp," Shane spoke. I kept the book raised. I wasn't sure if this would irritate him or not, knowing that he was a policeman. They were probably trained to be persistent and patient.

I wanted to call the police, but he said he was already working with them. Not that I had a phone to call the police, and there probably wouldn't be any service. Also, I didn't live here, and I wouldn't know what address to tell them in the first place. And I think I'd be charged for breaking and entering.