The Reckless and Forgotten (Rick Grimes)

Chapter 12

This chapter is dedicated to @Chicago_dead . Sorry for blowing holes in your ship.

 

~Wiley's POV~

I was wearing clean clothes.

I was wearing clean clothes.

I was wearing clean clothes.

They weren't the best fit; the pants were a little too big and I could button up the flannel all the way.

But they were clean and clean clothes had become a luxury.

It had been a while since my clothes weren't caked with dirt and spattered with blood.

It was Beth that had given them to me.

She was nice.

I had never seen her without a smile on her face, even though there were so many reasons to not be happy.

Emma was nice, too.

She was nothing like her sister, in looks and personality.

Ginger was hard-headed, fiery haired, and sharp-tongued while Emma was open minded, blonde, and soft spoken.

Even though they were different, it was obvious they were sisters.

They had the same button nose and their eye shape was similar, as well.

Ginger was always looking over Emma, protecting her. Maybe that's why Ginger can never protect herself.

The prison had food, too.

Their supply could almost be called never ending, thanks to the frequent supply runs.

The run team seemed nice enough.

Rick, Sasha, Ginger and Nikolai were all decent people.

Brandon, however, was not.

I was suspicious of him and what his intentions were at the prison.

He was clearly a strong man and could easily survive in the world without aid.

And it's not as if he couldn't find company. He was attractive.

There was no reason for him to be here and it was suspicious.

He had the potential to hurt those that were weaker than him, like Ginger or Emma.

I needed to keep an eye on Brandon.

I needed to protect Ginger.

~Ginger's POV~

I had woken up early.

Well, I actually hadn't gone to sleep.