I without a doubt fell asleep quickly after eating my portion of the food bitchboy over here gave me. Michonne didn't fall asleep. I don't think she feels safe without her weapons. I dont feel safe either but I feel safer than I would be if I was out there. I haven't slept in days so sleeping locked up in a cell felt better then sleeping in a open store that welcomes in anything and everything.~~~
After another day of sitting in the cell, I felt like I was going to die of absolute boredom. I had a talk with Rick and he agreed to let me out when some of them go fight to get who I now know by the names of Maggie and Glenn. Said I was a fighter, that they needed more of them to be here to protect his family. Michonne went with them because apparently, she was the only person that knew where "the governor" was. First of all, who sends their people out without knowing where they are going and who calls themself "the governor"?
Before they left Rick walked toward me. I was pretty tall but then he got on his knees to talk to me on my level. "I'm trusting you. Please don't make me regret it. You are a smart kid. Make the right decisions." he said. I just nodded and grinned excitedly. I loved when I felt useful like I had a purpose. He smiled back and handed me my knife but not my gun. Still made me feel a bit safer.
Then, they walked out. I stepped out of the cell and it was uncomfortably quiet. I walked to the other cell block and saw Beth and Carol surrounding a little basket. I walked over to them and said hey but they both just smiled. They were nervous I could tell that but I had no bad intentions.
As I walked closer to them, I could see in the basket a baby. She looked barely a few weeks old. I smiled sadly at the baby. It hurts my heart just looking at her. Knowing that she has to grow up in this world. "Can I hold her?" I asked. I loved babies; they were the purest thing.
"Sure, sweetie '' Carol smiled at me as she picked up the fragile child and laid her into my arms. She was cooing and giggling like crazy. She will have it so hard growing up, but she will have a family surrounding her to make her feel safe. She will grow up and become a beautiful little lady.
Carl walked around the corner and saw me holding his little sister. He just glared at me mainly then walked away. I handed the baby off to Beth and thanked them. I walked off after carl.
"What's your problem with me?" I argued. He stopped walking but was facing away from me listening. He turned around and just looked at me. "What? You wanna say something? Say something!" I yelled again. He just walked off. But after he turned away. We both heard a blood-curdling scream coming from the tombs. We both looked at each other and ran down the hallways following the sounds of screams and cries.
We threw the door open and we saw a small group of people. One of the women fell to the ground getting attacked by a 'walker'. I ran up to her and swung my arm up and then down pushing the knife into its skull. The man hit another one with a hammer. Carl and I told them to follow us and run. We went back to the cell block but didn't take them all the way in. When he looked around Carl and I walked out and locked the doors. They started yelling at us to let them out but we were not going to until the group was back.
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Carl and I were sitting in silence in the cell block when the group got back. Maggie looks as though she was a wreck. Glenn had the biggest black eye I had ever seen and he was covered in his own blood. If I jumped out of the store I could have saved them. Shot Merle from behind something. This is my fault.
Rick walked to the area that I had locked the group in and he stood at the door looking at them. He slowly opened the door and everybody followed him in, waiting to watch this shit show. The four people cautiously stood from the table when Rick walked over to the group.
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