THICK SKULL , twd [ 1 ]

38. ginger

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      SADIE'S EYES STARE UP at the blue sky and clouds that pass above them. With the help of the ginger and Tara, they managed to get Glenn in the bed of the old military truck. How long have the been on the road?

          Too long because Glenn's eyes have yet to flutter open.

Sadie's knees are tucked to her chest, hands tucked into the pockets of the hoodie.

             "D–Did you know The Governor?" Tara squeaks out. Sadie bites her lip, eyes still on the sky, "Yeah," She dryly replies but something in her tells her Tara is still gonna question her. "How?" Tara asks and Sadie finally looks at her with a deadpan expression. Tara looks away after a moment, "Sorry. You just mentioned him not being very trustworthy. Like a part of you knew him."

             "No part of me knew him. Every part he showed was a lie until he let me be thrown into a basement," Sadie speaks with venom, anger rising in her chest. She takes a deep breath, wiping sweat off her forehead. Tara scoots back. Sadie sighs, realizing she never answered the woman's question. But she gulps, deciding to hide the biggest part.

          Rose's murder.

          "I was gonna be killed by some guys and The Governor and his—crew," She takes a breath as Merle's face flashes in her memories, "Saved me, I guess. And then I discovered what he was."

                   "A conniving asshole," Tara says. Sadie just nods in response, eyes back up at the sky. A moment later, she feels Glenn shifting next to her. She turns quickly, smiling even with confusion written across the man's face. "Oh, thank God," Sadie sighs in relief. His eyes focus on the teen, trying to get up but Tara's hand falls to his shoulder. "Hey, don't move," She tells him, "Here's some water."

                  The Rhee man is still taking in his surrounding and the speed of whatever he's found himself on. "Where are we?" Glenn croaks out. "Wish we knew," Sadie replies, "But we are in the bed of a military truck."

               "We were fighting biters and you passed out right after we left the prison. We didn't know what to do," Tara explains. Glenn forces himself to sit up, Sadie's hand falling to his shoulders for comfort. He tries to stand up but the motion of the truck and his head pain send him back down. Sadie winces at her own ringing in her ear that has reappeared, "Glenn, no, no."

           "Did we pass a bus? On the road—did we pass a bus?" Glenn frantically asks, "Sadie, the one from the prison."

             Sadie takes a breath, "Yeah. But no one was in it, Glenn. Walkers were all around it—" She stops talking as his face falls. She feels the same fear, her only solace is knowing none of her siblings or Nellie were on that bus. Glenn turns towards Tara, hoping for some sort of different answer. She gulps, "They were all dead."