When I came out of the shower, there was a fresh set of clothing and a towel waiting for me. I pushed myself up, using the walls to support my weight, before limping over to the wheelchair. I held the towel close, soft on my skin, and inhaled that clean smell. It took what seemed like forever for the water to run clear. I stared at myself in the fogged mirror.
I looked so different. I always caught glimpses of myself in the reflection on car windows and old mirrors in houses, but I didn't look like this. My hair seemed to be several shades lighter, without all the dirt and blood in it, and at least a few inches longer, hanging past my ribs, the ribs that showed through my skin. I leaned into the mirror, examining the large dark scar that ran from the side of my neck down my chest. Another visible reminder of why I don't trust groups.
My stomach growled, I was used to the feeling though. It had been at least 3 days since I've eaten anything, maybe four. The longest I had ever gone was over a week. And I'm getting close to beating my record. I wondered what their food supply is here, lord knows I was running to out of places to look.
Negan seemed overly confident, arrogant and patronizing and most importantly, fucking scary. But yet I can't help but take a liking to him. Maybe it was because in almost a year, after all of everything, he was the first person to actually be there for me. He saved me, patched me up, gave me a shower and a bed to sleep in.
I was working on getting my shirt over my head when a small knock sounded at the door.
With a small creak, it opened to reveal a girl. She was thin and beautiful, wearing beautiful clothes and a small smile
"Hello, you must be Amelia. I'm Tanya." She told me with a smile. I smiled back. "Negan said you might need some help getting dressed with your leg, you doing okay?" She asked me. I nodded my head, settling back into my chair. "I've got it covered, thank you." I said politely. She nodded, holding the door open for me. We barely made it out into the hallway before I heard his voice.
"Well shit, it was worth the wait!!" He exclaimed, marching over to me with a satisfied grin on his face.
"Look. At. you.." he took me in. My gaze hit the ground, unable to process this much attention on me. "Are you ready for that tour?" He asked me. I nodded, being met with silence. My eyes glanced up, catching his. His eyes stayed on me for a second. "We really gotta work on this speak when spoke to shit, huh?" He asked. I looked away quickly, my cheeks flushed. "It's been a while since I talked to anyone." I told him with a shrug.
"Well you better get used to it." And with that, we were off, he quietly dismissed Tanya, but they held eye contact for quite some time. I wondered if there was something between them, who knows.
We made our way down the hall, the sound of the wheels on my chair creaking filled my ears.
Two scary looking men came across our path, going back from where we came. I tensed in my seat at the sudden new strangers in front of me. As soon as their gaze met Negan's, they immediately dropped to one knee, head down, bowing before us.
I could feel practically Negan's expression shining over me, and felt the weight shift, until his lips were pressed against the back of my ear. "Look at that shit." The smile in his voice so apparent. My stomach hurt, so far this doesn't feel much different than the other places I've been to. Not much different, but enough.
"As you were gentlemen." He spoke loudly, dismissing them with a careless wave of his hand. They nodded at him intensely, but there was a look of fear in their eyes as they quickly bowed their heads and scurried away.
I glanced up at him out of the corner of my eye as we continued on our journey. I hesitated, taking a sudden breath, but I just had to ask. "Why are you showing me around?" I could feel his eyes on me, and he took his time before answering, slowly fishtailing my wheelchair down the hall.
