Down we go | Maggie Greene

7. Live Bait

It took me a while to come to terms with the fact that I had to sit on a horse. It's not that I couldn't ride, I just didn't like it. Dale asked me if everything was okay, but I just looked at him with my mouth open, and Glenn had to laugh at the sight of me. I took his cap at some point and hit him with it. 

"Okay, okay, okay, I get it, you can stop now." Glenn tried to take his cap away from me, but he wasn't fast enough. "That's what you get from laughing at me." I wanted to hit him again until he finally caught the cap, and now he was hitting me.

"Revenge is a bitch!" he laughed, and I tried to defend myself. Dale just watched the whole thing, unsure what to do. "Dale, please help me! I know you don't know me really well, but please!" I yelled at him in hope that he would stop what was happening, but he just shook his head.

"You started it, kiddo, so you have to get out of there yourself." He had an amused smile on his face and walked away. "Traitor!" I shouted after him when Glenn finally stopped. 

"Come on, you still need your bag: otherwise, Maggie will get angry." I glared at him, and he had a big grin on his face. "Well, now that you've stolen my time, you'll come with me," I said, taking his arm in my arms, "Well, but only this time, because I want to get to know you."

I looked at him, why did he wanted to know more about me?, I thought. "Well, if that's what your heart wants," I said while laughing, and Glenn raised his hand in the air.

"You won't be disappointed." I laughed again and said, "We'll see Pizza Boy." He rolled his eyes, and I just grinned at him when we were walking to the house.

I entered my room and took my bag off the bed. Glenn was right behind me. "So, where are you from?" he asked me with curiosity in his eyes. "Virginia grew up there with my brother and my mother, you?" He looked at me like he wanted to ask me more, but he answered my question first: "Michigan grew up with my sister and my parents, worked there as a delivery boy, as you know." 

I gave him a thumbs up and said, "Where do you think I got the Nick name from?" He rolled his eyes and clicked his tong, "touché." He then thought for a moment and said, "What did you do before all the shit happened?"

I looked at him confused but answered anyway: "My first job was as a kitchen chef: it was fun but not my main job." I smiled to myself as I remembered how it was before all that. "And your first job, then?" Glenn asked me, "Well, figure it out, Bandage?"

I asked him and pointed at the bandage on the desk. Glenn just stood there and looked like a baby that was waiting for his food, but after some time he threw the bandage to me and said, "But that's not fair. Do you know how many jobs there are?" I stood up and smiled at him, saying, "That's why you should guess, so it's more fun." I patted his shoulder and left the room.

Glenn followed me. "you where a teacher?" Glenn started to guess, "nope, but my brother was," I answered as we got into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, took out some water bottles, and put them in my backpack.
"Something that had to do with sport?"

I took the bread that was lying on the counter and took four slices. "Kinda, but not close." Now Glenn looked more confused than he had before. "Wait, so that means that you-" I shushed him and put peanut butter into the bread.

"Let's be clear: you can ask me if I did job X, if I say no, it's a no. If I give you hints, you can't ask more about it because, let's be honest, that would be too easy."

 I put the sandwiches in a little bag and put them in my bag next to the water bottles.

Glenn now looked at me, and I just waited for the next guess.