Jacie-No one wanted to talk to me,well, no one from Woodbury atleast.The people from the prison group,they talked to me.I guess they don't mind me and don't blame me like the others.They are all very nice and I talk to Carl mostly. I sat in my room,on my bed,not being able to sleep,crying,just sitting there.I heard soft foot steps walk towards my cell.I looked up to see who it was standing in the door way, and it was Carl,holding a blanket and a pillow.He walked in and threw the pillow and blanket on the top bunk.He walked over to me and I couldn't see his expression in the dark.I moved over a bit,making a space for him to sit down.He climbed in the bed with me and pulled the covers over his legs,the same way I sitting."Everyone hates me"I said. "My group doesn't hate you"he said,"I don't hate you." "Everyone else does"I said. "Screw them"he said with a harsh tone,but it wasn't directed at me."They don't know what the hell they're talking about." I looked at him,surprised at his hostility. He shook his head."Try and get some rest"he said and he got up and climbed to the top bunk and I heard him plot down and adjust himself and his things.I pulled the blanket up towards me and eventually went to sleep.
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The Girl From Woodbury (A The Walking Dead Fan Fiction)
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