Things To Do | the walking dead

vii. Vi

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This light is blinding me.

We stood there for a few moments, staring at this big ass light before it died down. "Daryl, you cover the back," Shane ordered, and Jacqui held my hand, securely pulling me alongside her. I was quite nervous as we walked in because I couldn't see anyone inside. I really hope there are no ghosts inside. I don't believe in ghosts if anyone asks, but I'm scared that they might be real, and we're just unaware of them.

"Hello? Hello?" Rick raised his voice and held his shotgun high. "Close the doors, watch out for the walkers," He ordered. "Hello?"

I hid behind Jacqui once I heard another shotgun, but it wasn't from anyone from the group. I peeked from behind Jacqui and saw a tall, blond man standing with his shotgun pointed at us.

"Anybody infected?" The man asked. I felt my heart beating almost fast enough that I might die. I'm not sure if that's how it works, but I hope my heart doesn't beat too fast so it doesn't overheat and stop.

"One of our group was. He didn't make it," Okay, Rick didn't really have to add that because he's just taking up the time, but whatever.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" The man asked.

"A chance," Rick answered.

"That's asking an awful lot these days," It doesn't look like anyone lives in here, so why couldn't he just let us in? I don't know if it makes me stupid that I'd help and save anyone if I was in the man's position, but it's the right thing to do. And Dad always told me to do what is right. Just like he did when he beat up Morgan's boyfriend. He knew he would most likely lose his job and maybe be in prison because the boy was a minor, but he did it anyway because it needed to be done. And, in comparison to me-- because I didn't help Morgan, I didn't notice it --he did the right thing. He helped Morgan. And I didn't.

"I know."

There was a moment of silence in the room-- or should I say the building --as the man stepped closer before answering. "You all submit to a blood test. That's the price of admission." Oh, no. I can go back out there. It's better than needles. I hate needles, and I hate getting my blood drawn. My hands are already shaking from the thought of it.

"We can do that," Rick nodded. No, I don't think we can.

"You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once that door closes, it stays closed," The man walked closer to help us. Maybe I can make a run for it now? Jacqui pulled me to the side as others went to get the stuff. No, I can't... Once they returned, the man scanned a card and spoke into a small device. "Vi, seal the main entrance." Oh, so there are more people here... "Kill the power up here." I stared at the big door that closed so we couldn't see outside anymore. The only thing that was seen was a big, metal door.

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"Doctors always go around packin' heat like that?" We were all squished in this elevator, going up. I loved riding in elevators because I always felt this funny feeling in my stomach. Like butterflies or something. That's why I also love swinging on a swing or when someone picks me up.

"There were plenty left lying around. I familiarized myself," Mr. Jenner answered Daryl. "But you look homeless enough." I think that's a good thing? Mike, the boy from the foster house, used to have a similar style like I do. And when Dean told me I look homeless when I dress like I do, Mike would comfort me and tell me it's a good thing. He used to say: "It's a good outfit if someone tells you you look homeless." But I guess that doesn't really matter anymore because everyone looks and is homeless. "But you look harmless enough. Except you. I have to keep my eye on you." Mr. Jenner told Carl, making him smile shyly.