Walking Bad

Advice

I dig into my casserole, man, Carol can cook like nobodies business. I notice Walter staring at me from across the table.

"What do you want man? Haven't you hassled me enough today?" I yell through a mouth of food.

Walter just takes his plate and moves to another room. What a prick. I finish up eating and find one of the bedrooms, dropping my stuff off in there. As Rick and are are the leaders, we both get a room, everyone else can camp where ever they want. I pull out the meth and sigh. I place a rock on the dresser, and look inside. Hell yeah. I find a needle, and examine it, noticing it's not been used.

I go to the washroom and fill up a bottle with water. After that I quietly sneak into the kitchen to steal a spoon. I quietly return to the room, and mix up some meth and water, and heat the combination up, I insert the needle and pull it back. I slowly bring it up to my arm, and inject the goodness into my veins.

I hear the door creak open, and arm myself with my knife. Saul slowly appears in the doorway.

"Jesus, why do you have to do that to me?" I question, feeling my heart rate slow down.

"Hey, you were the one who said they can't open doors. What are you doing in here anyways? Oh never mind I think I have an idea."

I see him eyeing the needle, so I take it and put it back in the dresser. "What do you want Saul? I'm trying to relax."

"I don't think injecting junk into your arm is in my book for relaxing but hey whatever." He shrugs.

I sigh and lay back on the bed. "What do you want Saul?"

"Well. People are, kind of pissed that you got high, like they totally get it, but they want someone to act as a leader in case, you're too high." He sits on the bed and kicks his shoes off.

"Yeah whatever, you take it." I sigh.

I hear footsteps coming from the hallways, so I grab Saul's hand and rush to the closet. I have to stifle laughter for no reason at all. I hear the door creak open and the footsteps hustle in.

"She's a risk, Daryl, a liability and a risk, she's going to get someone killed." I'm not sure who this voice is, but I know it's a woman's .

"Yeah but she leads her group well, they say they've only lost a couple people. So what if she wants to get high, as long as it's not hurting anyone." That voice belongs to Daryl. " Rick's already said his opinion."

"I think we should leave her, go in the middle of the night. Leave her and the other junkies." This unknow women is starting to piss me off, I reach for the handle, but Saul stops me.

"And what would that solve, Carol? We don't leave people behind, besides we're almost to Alexandria. She's smart, and good with weapons. She stays." It's good to know that at least someone has my back.

"What if we kill her? Middle of the night. Say she went on a run and walkers got her." I feel my blood boil. I want to reach for the handle, but Saul still has a good grip on me. I open my mouth, but it meets Saul's hand, and he's spinning me to face away from him.

"We're not killin' anyone we don't have to. You already pushed it with Karen and David, and look where that got you. Jessica is a good kid." Daryl's really sticking up for me. Meanwhile I'm struggling against Saul to free my hand and mouth which results in both my hands being pulled behind my back.

"Whatever, everyone else thinks that too, just wait until she fucks up, then we'll see." I hear Carol say before the sound of the door shutting.

Saul finally lets me go and I stumble out of the closet. "Asshole. That fucking hurt. Why didn't you lemme go whoop her ass?"
"Because I don't think beating her up is going to solve anything, and now we know something about her, that we can use if needed." Saul makes all these hand gestures as he talks.