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The atmosphere inside the prison walls felt heavy with history and the weight of survival. As Andrea reconnected with her old friends, I took in the surroundings, absorbing the details of this new place. Everything was very grey. Standing next to Michonne, I scanned the diverse faces that surrounded us, each telling a story of survival in its own way.
There was a woman with a short gray buzzcut, exuding an air of resilience. A pretty woman with a brown bob, her eyes reflecting a mix of strength and vulnerability. An elderly man with a kind face, missing a leg but emanating warmth. Another man with black hair, his gaze steady and determined. A figure in a vest, armed with a crossbow, projecting a sense of vigilance. Rick, with his scruffy beard, an embodiment of leadership. And then, a boy my age, catching my attention and igniting a spark of hope.
Finally, someone my age. I imagined us becoming fast friends, sharing laughter and stories. I made eye contact with the boy and offered my best smile, eager for a connection. However, my enthusiasm was met with a distant gaze, and my grin faltered. His response spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the harsh reality we all faced.
"where's Shane? Lori?" Andrea inquired– the room fell into a heavy silence, punctuated by the avoidance of eye contact. The unspoken truth hung in the air, revealing that these absent figures hadn't made it to this haven. The kind-looking old man, with a gentle deep voice, finally broke the silence, delivering news that echoed through the space.
"She had a baby girl. Lori didn't survive," he revealed, his words hanging heavy in the air. Andrea's eyes reflected the pain of loss as she addressed the dark-haired boy named Carl. "Oh, Carl. I'm so sorry," she uttered, extending empathy to a young soul burdened with the weight of grief. The name Carl echoed through the room, a poignant reminder of the trials faced by those navigating the complexities of this world. Yet, I couldn't help but think it was a good name, and silently, I found myself liking it. ✰✰✰
Amidst the swirl of emotions, Andrea's introduction unfolded, her fingers weaving through my hair in a fleeting connection. " This is my friend, Cassie," she spoke to the strange people. The names of the newfound group rushed by – Hershel, Carol, Maggie, Glenn, and Daryl – a whirlwind of introductions etched into my eager memory.
As curiosity blossomed, Andrea delved into the group's living arrangements, "you all live here?" she asked. "there in the cell block." Glenn pointed. the revelation of their residency in the cell block piqued my interest. I've always wanted to go inside a jail . "can we go in?" I eagerly asked. "I won't allow that." Despite Rick's abrupt dismissal, my excitement lingered, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at his jerkish behavior.
"We aren't enemies, Rick," Andrea stated, laying a soft hand on my shoulder. Tensions escalated as accusations flew, blaming Andrea's Phillip for the violent encounter. "he said you fired first!" I spoke, My arms crossed defiantly, challenging Rick's narrative. "well he's lying.." he firmly stated" what have you told them?" Andrea prodded accusingly at Michonne. "Andrea quit it! she's our friend." I intervened
The argument's intensity surged, and Andrea, the perpetual peacemaker, tried to negotiate, advocating for a peaceful resolution. "there's room in Woodbury for all of you!" Yet, Rick's resolve remained unyielding, setting the stage for a confrontation with Phillip. "tell Phillip, when I see him again I'm gonna take his other eye." gross. I interjected "Phillip is gearing up for war. "Eyes turned toward me, and I felt a mix of embarrassment and pride at being the center of attention. "The people think you're killers. You scare them." Rick responded immediately. "If he wants a war, he has one." ✰✰✰
The echoes of Andrea and Michonne's argument lingered outside, a stark reminder of the more straightforward times when it was just the three of us against the ever-present threat of walkers. At least we never argued with each other. Seated at a cold metal table and fiddling with my fingers, I found myself yearning for the comforting familiarity of our tight-knit trio.
Beside me, Maggie became a momentary companion in the midst of the lingering tension. Attempting to break the awkward silence, I offered a genuine compliment. "I like your hair," I told her, receiving a gentle grin in return.
Andrea's return ushered in a shift in dynamics, finally allowing us access to the cell block. The cool surroundings unfolded before me, revealing an unexpected addition to the group – a baby named Judith. Carl's sister, Andrea had said. The innocent presence of the child brought a warmth that contrasted with the tense atmosphere.
As I faced Andrea, she bent down, cradling my face in her hands. " I love you so much." Her words carried urgency and seriousness." I love you more." I reassured her with optimism, my small hand entwined with hers, creating a connection that transcended words.
With Andrea and Michonne, we descended the stairs into the cell block. The presence of Judith added a touch of normalcy, and Carol graciously allowed me to hold the adorable infant. Michonne beckoned me over, and as I approached, her serious face hinted at the uncertainties ahead. A mixture of nerves and determination accompanied her as I grabbed her hand, seeking comfort in the bond we shared.
When Andrea joined us, we ventured deeper into the cell block, and the collective energy within the group held a certain complexity. The baby's giggles provided a welcomed respite, and the casual interactions with the group members added layers of familiarity. Andrea kneeled to my eye level to address me. "cassie, I know this will be hard, but I need you to stay with Michonne until I get back. just for a while." she hesitantly said
"I'm not staying without you," I protested, clinging tightly to her, emotions welling up. Andrea's eyes pleaded with desperation." please, Cassie." I don't understand. After all we have been through, how could she want to leave me? "I need you to be brave Cassie. I promise I'll be back for you." she intertwined her pinky with mine. ✰✰✰
Tears lingered in my eyes as I watched her car disappear into the distance. Michonne reached for my hand, but a wave of resistance prompted me to pull away. As I entered the prison doors, I noticed Carl's gaze fixed on me, prompting a brief moment of curiosity that poked through my sadness.
A/N: sorry if this chapter seems rushed, i wrote it at 4 am on a school night😭 tysm for reading!🩷
