𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 | c. grimes

04. "monster hunting"

chapter four
"MONSTER HUNTING"



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A FEW HOURS HAD PASSED since Blaire and Patrick made the spontaneous decision to lie to the younger kids in the prison and begin their investigation. The skies had darkened already, the warm, summer breeze greeting the walls of the prison as the two teenagers were still listing out the suspects of the case.

They had ruled out the possibility of telling someone, especially the council who kept the building safe. In the short time Blaire had spent with Patrick that day, she had learned a couple of things about the prison's leader, Rick Grimes. It was when her friend brought up the idea of telling him about the rabbit multiple times that she finally began to question his persistent behavior.

As it turned out, before the apocalypse started and ruined the world as humanity knew it, Rick Grimes had been a sheriff. Patrick told Blaire that he used to be really good at his job, at least from what Carl had revealed to him back when they first started talking-- meaning that he could potentially help the two solve the case of the dead bunny that they were so keen on figuring out.

In any other circumstance, Blaire would agree to his wishes, knowing that having a sheriff help you on a case must be a lot easier than dealing with it by yourself. She would have said yes if it wasn't for the fact the girl tampered with the evidence and didn't tell anyone for a full day. That's why she decided to deny his request and remind him that if he was uncomfortable with the situation they were currently facing, she could always do it on her own. It was what she had learned to do ever since she had to bury her father in the woods that night. She now knew how to survive without anyone's help, and she liked the thought of not having to rely on anyone.

"You do know this is illegal, right?" Patrick questions the girl, his tone full of worry and concern. Despite continuously scolding the girl because of her decisions, the whispering sound of his voice proves that he has no intention of stopping her or refraining from joining her disturbing activities.

"You do know you literally live in a prison, right?" She mocks the boy, not having the energy to explain her motives again to somebody whose only worry is getting caught. To be fair, Blaire didn't even know why the mutilated animal was bothering her so much. She had lived in the forest for the past two years and saw things that were much more gruesome and concerning than the dead rabbit she ran into in the middle of the night.

A part of her thinks that the reason she's taking up all of her free time to investigate a case that has no leads is to not worry about the current situation she's in. If you had told her she would be safe and sound in a prison just a few weeks ago, Blaire would have laughed in your face and probably rolled her eyes at your claims.

However, now that she sat somewhere warm, surrounded by people, and was expected to join society again as the person she used to be before the world ended, her dreams might have just become nightmares. There is no emotion to mimic the fear she felt when she was outside the fences. When there weren't any wired walls to protect her from the evil grasp of the monsters roaming right beside her. Now that she was calm and at peace, she almost felt more overwhelmed than she did when she was in the forest.

Blaire would never return to that place, she knew that as well, but a nostalgic feeling started to creep up on her ever since she served dinner with the children the very first night she arrived. Seeing people spend time with their families and live normally angered the teenager, she felt sad and lonely, even though her younger sibling was right there. When they were outside, it was normal to feel that way, but now she was just an outcast, an orphaned girl living amongst loved children who would surely exclude her from every activity.