"Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now?"
♤in which a boy's mercy prevails over his wrath.
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[starting season: end of 3]
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Life in the prison was the most peaceful place I've been since the dead took over. It had been six months since everyone from Woodburg moved to the prison and it was great. Everybody was civil and it was really like a big community of great people. People that showed mercy instead of wrath. People that laughed and sang in joy. Something really was different about the people at this prison. They were the actual survivors. They were able to live life even during these circumstances. These people were strong no matter who they lost along the way they didn't let go of their hope. Something I was jealous of. My hope was high but the thought of the Governor still around gave me a stream of chills every time I thought about it. But throughout the months there was no sign of him like he had vanished.
Even though I wasn't the strongest out of everyone in the prison I still did my part. I would help Rick and Carl with the crops. It wasn't a hard job except for having to work with Carl when Rick was busy. Carl and I never talked much throughout the months still just some glares back and forth or maybe some snarky remarks but I wouldn't let it bother me. After he killed Jody something I'd never get over, his snarky remarks were tolerable. He seemed to get along well with the other kids from Woodbury like his friend Patrick. Patrick had always been a weak person even since Woodbury. I don't blame him though we are all still kids we shouldn't have to worry if we were going to die every day.
The fences holding the prison were getting pushed more and more by walkers every day but no one did anything about it. I tried to tell the others but they were too busy to do really anything. I really didn't like being near the fences since my anxiety got the best of me. I mean this is how my mother died. The Governor's walls weren't strong enough at one point so walkers came through living me with no mother. I hated thinking about it seeing her flesh be ripped from her body by mindless creatures. I was there when it happened I remember seeing so much red and the many screams from the civilians around me.
I shook my head trying to get it out of my head but I couldn't because I was standing right next to the prison fence with Lizzie Samuels a girl two years younger than me with dirty blonde hair and her little sister Mika a ten-year-old girl. She was smarter than Lizzie I could tell she had far more potential. Lizzie was obsessed with the walkers trying to understand them. I don't know why she was like this since there isn't much to know about them since they're dead. But she always insisted on bringing Mika and me to the fence with her. She always used to call them names god it made me so disgusted. She was treating them like animals. I always tried to convince her to go somewhere else like playing card games in the cell block but she always scoffed at my suggestion. Now why I didn't just leave them is because I felt a sort of responsibility for the girls. Even though they weren't too much younger than me they still were just children and I'd stay to protect them at all costs.
