Angel With A Shotgun. [ Carl Grimes ]

~*A Talk To Remember*~

Chapter Three : A Talk To Remember

Laedi's Point of View

The light song of birds filled my hearing as I immediately bolted awake. It was too early in the morning for anyone to wake up, so I took my chance. Carefully, I slid the bobby pin out of my hair, half-wondering how it managed to cling onto the messy mop of brown strands. The handcuffs made a slight 'click' sound, dropping loosely from my pale wrist. I caught a sight of thin white lines. I hastily covered them with my jacket sleeve, pushing myself up from the bed. Repeating what I had done to the handcuffs, the cell door swung open, causing a loud creak. My breath quickly got caught in my throat. I slung my bag over my shoulder, quietly jogging down the metal stairwell and exiting the prison. 

          After countless times of bumping into dead ends like I was in a labyrinth, I managed to get out into the blazing sun. My hair was pulled into a messy bun as it hung from the left side of my head. My feet were moving at a swift, steady pace. I was actually getting out of her. 

A sound of a safety going off could be hear right behind me. Oh no. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Carl. Oh c***. I threw my hands in the air like I was some sort of guilty criminal; why was I treated that way here? I don't know. Light footsteps came in my direction. I felt the knife in my right boot being withdrawn and I knew that this guy was quite smart, I have to admit. I was always so uncomfortable with the knife in my boot, I guess Carl saw it when I was moving so weird. "Drop it." he growled. The bag slid off my arm and onto the ground. My fingertips found the gun in my holster and soon threw it into the grass as well. Twisting around on my heel, I saw Rick and Daryl right behind him. "How the hell did you get out?" Rick sneered, venom dripping on each word that escaped his lips. The real question is: How could I have been so stupid to not notice you guys weren't there? 

     "Ever heard of a bobby pin?" I shot back, holding up the key to how I nearly got out. It glimmered in the sunlight. I threw it at him, landing at the base of his feet. 

Don't worry buster, you can have it, I have billions in my bag, I thought; but decided to bite back my tongue. "Genius." I heard Daryl mutter whilst examining the thin piece of plastic in Rick's grasp. "Thanks." I quietly responded. "When did you learn to do that?" he asked. I shrugged. "Like I said to Carl," I turned towards him. "I was one of the sneaky kids." His face softened. I can tell he was trying to hold back a smile. Yet, covering his real emotions so well, he continued shoving the other end of the gun at my face. 

*TIME SKIP*

Third Person's Point of View

Everybody was already awake and on their feet. A silent breakfast was shared a few moments ago along with Laedi; who was currently sitting in a cell that was locked. They had managed to find out about the other bobby pins in her bag and let Hershel take care of it. As he slowly passed Laedi after confiscating the pins, a look of a guilt plastered his face. But Laedi just turned away with a bland look. They were now discussing what Laedi's fate would be downstairs. Protest were flying about in hushed tones because they knew the person they were whispering about were in these hollow walls with them. Though Laedi could care less. She had her earphones plugged into her - surprisingly - fully charged phone, escaping into her own world. Silently rocking to music by herself, the debate continued on. 

"Rick, please. Her wound is still pretty deep and-" "And she's not a threat. I know! I know!" Rick cut Hershel off. "Don't you think I've heard my son say the same thing?" he added through clenched teeth. Hershel went quiet after that. "Dad. Come on." Carl faintly pleaded in the background, but he got shoved off like the rest. "I know you all think she might not be a threat or that she's in no condition of fighting but we can't take risks at a time like this! We've had some people stumble across our group, I know that, but do you think she's any different from the people that betrayed us?!"