TWD- Little Heart Of Iron

62. Running Away.

When Carol walked out of the house, Blake looked up from her nearly-finished drawing, and smiled a bit. Carol was wearing old lady clothes. She looked like a normal old lady, and not a dangerous killer. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

She was wearing a fancy white shirt tucked into a fancy pair of pants, with a fancy belt. And over her shirt, was a fancy blue sweater. "Ya look fancy," Blake complimented before returning to her drawing.

"Time to punch the clock and make the casseroles," Carol said in an unusually cheerful tone, her eyebrows raised.

"What?" Daryl mumbled, looking up from his crossbow which, by the way, he was still fixing. Something was always wrong with that thing.

"Make dinner for the older people- moms who need a break, people who can't cook. Get to meet a lot of the neighbors that way," Carol explained. Blake guessed Carol's job wasn't surprising, considering she used to be a wife and a mom, but it was still odd seeing her act so...kind, after witnessing some of the things she'd done to save their group or keep them safe. Like blowing up terminus, for example. Or killing those sick people at the prison.

"I met a neighbor. Jessie. She's nice," Blake commented. "I wonder if she makes casseroles," Blake shrugged, grabbing a dark green colored pencil out of the pack.

"Yes, you've met a neighbor. You should meet more, if you're gonna be living here. I bet there's a lot more kid's here than just Sam," Carol suggested Blake go out and meet more people. Though, Blake knew it wasn't a suggestion just by the look on her face. Carol squinted her eyes as she heard Daryl scoff. "Have you taken a shower yet?" She asked him.

"Mhm," Daryl murmured a lie.

"No he hasn't," Blake said, not looking up from her drawing. "He smells like dirt."

Carol narrowed her eyes once more, this time tilting her head to the side. "Take a shower. I'm gonna wash that vest," she said in almost a motherly voice as she walked down the porch stairs. "We need to keep up appearances, even you."

"Hey, I ain't startin' now," Daryl said.

"I'm gonna hose you down in your sleep," Carol said. She stopped on the sidewalk, looking at Blake once more. "I'm serious, Blake. You should go find Elliot. He's around somewhere, I bet. Probably looking for you," she said before walking off, smiling.

"You look ridiculous," Daryl called out, but Carol didn't respond. "She's right, you know," Daryl said to Blake in a softer voice. "I know you was at Sam's house earlier, but for what, like ten minutes? Gotta put in more effort if ya wanna make friends," he said.

Blake furrowed her eyebrows, looking up at him after she'd finished her drawing of a lady bug. "I got friends. Two of 'em," she insisted.

"Carl and Elliot don't count, Blake. I mean new friends. These are people yer gonna be in school with. Might as well get used to 'em," Daryl said, still fiddling with his crossbow and leaning against the porch.

Blake looked down, thinking about his words. She didn't need new friends. She was just fine with the two that she had. Just because she met some knew kids didn't mean she had to be their friend.

"Fine," she said, standing up and picking up her drawing. "I'll go find Elliot, while you take a shower. Actually take a shower. I'll tell Carol, if ya don't," she said, earning a scoff from Daryl. "I'm serious. The bathroom is real big and fancy, you'll like it." With that, she walked down the porch stairs and began down the street. Surely Elliot was around somewhere. Maybe he was still with Sam, or maybe he was out wandering around.

Blake liked this place, but she wasn't quite used to it yet. She came from a family who didn't have much, so to suddenly live at a place with giant homes, endless toys and video games, it wasn't normal for her. Nice, but not normal. She felt out of place, no matter how much she tried to hide it.