Flower of Blood | TWD

024 | Prison.

After all their months on the road, scavenging through houses had become second nature, and they had adopted a smooth routine so everything could run well. Usually, Rick, T-dog and Daryl would take charge— and now, with Carl being taller and more confident, he joined as-well. Maisie wished she could, but Lori and Rick agreed she wasn't ready for that.

Maisie would usually be mad and feel like she was being underestimated, but that wasn't the case now and she knew it. Despite shooting walkers from time to time, and now having a silencer, she still had messy aim. Plus, she wasn't exactly tall enough to reach the walkers skulls with her knife.

With the weather being all over the place, some days colder or warmer than others, it was difficult to decide what to bring and leave behind, or just what to wear. They didn't have the luxury to change into new clothes everyday, so most members remained in their same clothes from weeks ago.

Maisie was dressed in a short sleeve dinosaur shirt she had found a few weeks back in some house that must've homed a little boy before. She also wore a pair of jeans, which were great some days— but on the hotter ones, not so nice. Her flannel, which was one main thing (with the badge) that she refused to discard, was wrapped around her waist tightly.

The girl stood by the door, kicking her left heel into her other foot as she waited for the clear sign. Her job was to keep watch of the perimeter whilst the men and Carl cleared the house, and Glenn and Maggie helped move the bodies. Maisie did think much about it, in-fact she did it rather willingly. Rick knew his daughter hated being left out, so he told her that it was her job to do that, knowing she would feel better by helping in some way. Keeping Beth, Hershel, Oliver, Carol and her very pregnant mother alive was her job.

Keeping her knife tightly pressed in her palms, she awaited the signal— which soon followed. Rick whistled back to them, letting them know it was all clear.

Maisie straightened her backpack up on her shoulders before taking lead into the house, being followed by Carol and the others who held the rest of their belongings— which by now, wasn't much.

She crinkled her nose as she passed the dead bodies on the floor, which had blood oozing out of their heads. The smell was something she had become used to by now, but she still hadn't fully adjusted to the sight.

Maisie followed the group into a small room they had decided to gather in, for now. She put down her backpack and sat by Oliver on the floor, he was much less happy now.

She tightly wrapped her arms around her stomach as it growled, an annoying reminder of her hunger. She ignored it, pulling her knees to her chest.

Carl came bustling into the room, sitting down beside Maisie and Oliver as he laid down a few cans he had found. Everyone's eyes lit up with hope that he had found something edible. Eating squirrel or owl all the time was becoming sickening.

Although disgust and disappointment returned on their solemn faces when they saw it was actually cans of dog food. Maisie pursed her lips into a tight frown, she missed mac and cheese.

Her eyes followed Rick as he walked over with a sour expression, picking up one can as Carl opened another with his can opener. She pinched her eyebrows together as he threw the can into the fireplace, which obviously wasn't lit.

Before anyone could say anything about it, not that there was much to say— T-dog warned them that more walkers were on the way. And in no time they were up, leaving out the backside of the house.

Maisie ran up to the car her family went too with Carl, Oliver jumping into the other vehicle with the Greenes. Maisie figured that they were pretty much his family now, his dad was bad anyway.