(Temp hiatus) Observe (the walking dead)

Stalker

I listened to the incoherent whispers of the people a room over deciding what to do with me, trying to figure out what their game plan was or at the very least, what they were leaning towards.

But thankfully, after about 15 minutes, all the people in the room over came in together, so my ear straining wasn't necessary anymore.

"Here's the deal. We'll offer you a place here with us, but at night you'll be locked in a cell and you'll have an escort at all times until you've proven yourself." Rick speaks up, looking at me and the rest of his group.

"Your cell will be next to mine. I'll show you to it now if you'd like?" The pretty girl that told Rick about the Andrea lady earlier speaks up. I reluctantly nod, knowing it's late by now and I'd have to be locked in anyways.

I look to Rick, "could I bring my weapons with me?" I question hopefully.

"I think it's best we keep that in here. Don't worry, they're still yours. No one else will use 'em." Rick reasons, making me nod softly before standing up with my bag, leaving my weapons behind as the girl leads me away.

"For the record, I have no problem with you." She says as we climb the stairs to the second level of the cell block. "Rick is just— he's tryin' to protect us. That's all." She smiles and nods reassuringly.

"I get it. I'd be suspicious if someone was watching me, too.. I really was just intrigued, nothing malicious." I explained, hoping to not be on everyone's bad side.

"I get it. You were lonely. It's probably nice to see people every once in a while." She smiles, opening the cell door for me to enter. "And I'm really sorry for locking you in here. But my name is Maggie, just shout for me if you need anything." She smiles, before shutting and locking the barred door.

I sigh and sit on the cot in the cell, opening my bag and pulling out a quilt I found a few months ago, along with a couple of things I picked up that I thought were neat and placing them on the metal wall-mounted desk, admiring the cute little knickknacks.

I hear someone clear their throat and I jump, not expecting someone. How the hell did I not notice them?

I look up to see the guy from before that I now know as Glenn, holding a bowl of something I can't quite see and a bottle of water. "I brought you some oatmeal and water. I figured you'd be hungry, so.." he trails off awkwardly, sliding the stuff between a slot in the door.

Smiling softly, I grab the stuff from him. "Thank you." I nod. Unsure of if this is the only reason he stopped by, I keep my eyes trained on him.

After a few seconds, he speaks up again. "So, uh... I don't know how to make conversation— but you need someone, everyone does. So if you need anything just um.. shout for me, I guess? I don't know." Glenn says awkwardly, making me turn my head away to stifle a laugh before turning back.

"Thanks, means a lot." I nod, hoping the conversation ends here. Glenn lingers for a second before slowly and awkwardly walking away. What an odd fella.

I eventually finish the food and most of the water. I decide to cocoon myself in the quilt and try to sleep, but, of course, that does not work. Instead, I lie either staring up at the bunk above me or to my left or right, tossing and turning as if the position I was in ten minutes ago is suddenly more comfortable now, enough for me to fall asleep.

I sigh and sit up, staring blankly at the wall. It's so unbelievably hard to sleep when you've basically been kidnapped by people you were stalking. This wouldn't have happened had I decided to not stalk anyone, though, so it's kind of on me.