Don't Dream It's Over // Glenn Rhee

Chapter 41

"Not the stomach, not the heart- the brain." 

Kira

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Everyone heads back inside the prison. Rick and I enter the cell block to retrieve some weapons for the prisoners to use. Daryl and T-Dog remained with the prisoners. 

"You did really good back there." Rick says. 

"Huh? Oh, yeah, no, I was just..." I inhale deeply. "Doing something I knew you'd do."

"Making the deal? Getting us some food from the cafeteria? That was a solid decision." He nods. I show him a small smile, nodding my head.

"Well, if he wanted to get his own cell, then he needed to pay up."

"And the threat?" Rick cocks an eyebrow.

"I already don't like him, he's an asshole. I just wanted to show him that he shouldn't underestimate women like me."

"Women like you?"

"Short, pretty. It's all a mask." Rick chuckles.

"Maybe your profession should've been undercover." He claims. "You seem to win people over, get them to trust you with just your words, your appearance. Probably would've busted a shit ton of cases. Maybe even would've earned yourself a reward. Recognition." I chuckle.

"I didn't start putting on a mask til after the world ended." I shake my head. "Being an officer, having some sort of authority with assholes like Tomas just...it feels like we're doing something right in the world. Putting away the shitty people and helping the ones who really need it. Even as helping the shitty people and giving them a second chance."

"What, people like Tomas?"

"Hell no."

"Well, hey. You seem to have it all handled with them. So I'm gonna let you handle it all."

"Handle it all?"

"You make the final decisions. You make the final call. Whatever you want with 'em, I have your back." He nods. I felt almost proud, maybe even excited, honored, something to know that Rick was following my lead under the situation we have. It's like him being a dad. You wanna do everything you can to make your Dad proud in your life. To me, with Rick following my lead, it's almost the same as him telling me, 'I'm proud of you'. And it's the best feeling for myself.

Rick and I lay everything down on the table. Before I began to start, I pause. I place my hands on the table, leaning on it. I shift my eyes over to Tomas.

"Before we do this, we're going to the cafeteria." I say.

"You said we'd handle the cell block first." He frowns.

"I never promised anything." I deny. "You want us to help you clear your own cell block, we do it my way. We're going to the cafeteria." I say. We all head through the corridor and enter into the cafeteria. Tomas walks ahead, guiding us.

"Pantry's back here." He announces. 

"You never tried to break out of here?" T asks.

"Yeah, we tried to take the doors off." Oscar claims. "But if you make one peep in here, then those freaks wold be lined up outside the door growling, trying to get in. Windows got bars on there that He-Man couldn't get through."

"Bigger than 5x8." Axel says.

"You won't find me complaining." Big Tiny shrugs. "Doing 15. My left leg barely fit on one of those bunks."