Nothing But Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic) Book 2

"A" Block

Rebecca stared at the "A" that was painted by the door arch way leading out of their cell block. The letter "A" was certainly painted and put their during the construction of the prison. She had very little knowledge of the Criminal Justice System in the United States. However; over the winter she managed to get her hands on a Russian Criminal Justice booklet.

It was odd to her how countries around the world where different from each other, but now they seemed to be all the same. The dead roaming the landscape. Small pockets of people fighting for their survival. How much longer could she go on like this?

Dylan and Davie were sitting on the steps a few paces behind her. The steps led to the second level of "A" block. They weren't talking, which gave her a few minutes to herself to think about how far she has come in this world.

She used to be an honors student from the upper parts of Pennsylvania. Back then, she was the type of girl to hang out with the cheerleaders on the weekends. Though she was never a cheerleader, she just fit in with that type. In regular terms, she was the popular kid in school but never thought of herself as one. After the warehouse, she always thought of herself as the victim in a bad story line. Now, she was a survivor, she had to be now.

"Never thought I'd be here." Davie said from behind her. He was obviously talking to Dylan. "This is where all the murderers, thieves, rapists and liars go."

"Watch your mouth." The voice of Dylan was stern. "This area right here." He points to the ground, meaning the cell block. "This is where the worst of them come. This is death row."

Rebecca felt a cold chill come down her spine. The words, death row, echoed in her mind. Then she thought too herself. Everyone here in the cell block with her now was a murderer, they were thieves and liars. In her mind she questioned if Dylan was a rapist, but she never brought it into the light of the others. What was in the past was in the past.

On the other side of the cell block, Lakota had the two girls in one of the cells together. She'd rather they not be in the prison at all. Garrett walks in and acts like he is about to say something, but she is the first to talk. "We need to make this place more homely."

He looks at her strangely.

"I mean like curtains for the windows, so we don't have to notice the bars over them. Something to that matter." She looks over at Melinda and Maggie who have found the only bed in the cell and they sit on it and talk amongest one another. 

Garrett looks over his shoulder and sees the window that Lakota was talking about. The bars over the window did seem to make this place cold. Then he looks back at her. "It's going to take alot more to make this place look homely." A weak smile forms on his face as she looks at him.

"I know, I know." Her voice was weak. "It's a start though." Then she looks away from him.

She was uncomfortable about being in this type of building. He could sense it, but they all were uncomfortable about being inside this place. After all; it was better than being outside with the dead. 

"I came over here to tell you that I've been thinking about Rick's offer. The one about going into Woodbury. He is going to need all the help he can get......."

She stops him suddenly. Then she speaks, "We need to build lives for each other first. Don't you understand that?"

"We can't build lives knowing that the person that killed Connor is still out there. The person that destroyed the Warehouse!"

She doesn't say anything back to him. She wants to however. She wants to say so much to him. Thinking to herself that he should just forget about this David Leagues person and the whole idea of Woodbury. This person was poisoning Garrett's mind.  

It suddenly became aware to him that she had no idea what he was talking about. She wasn't there during the warehouse. She didn't witness the carnage that everyone else did. "You just don't get it do you?" He spoke in a harsh tone of voice. "You weren't there."

"Garrett, we need to stop." Lakota told him. They have been down this road before, however; she was able to stop the conversation before it had gotten too far.

He throws the door of the cell open and it crashes against the wall and makes a loud bang and the others take notice. Lakota jumps back and the two girls look at him as if he disrupted the peace. 

"You don't know what it is like to be dogged every step of the way by someone you hate!" He roars out as it echos throughout the cell block. Soon, outside the doorway, the others start to gather around looking onward. "Leagues has killed people, friends of mine! He destroyed the place that we called home!" Out of the corner of his eye he sees the growing crowd of people outside the cell and turns to face them. "Ever since that herd of Walkers attacked the farm house, he has been on our tail. We've had countless times to kill him. This time we do it for good, this time we won't give any mercy......... We leave tonight."

"I'll go tell Rick." Mitchel stated looking at Garrett for an approval. 

"I'll come with...." Garrett adds as he glances back at Lakota who looks away from him.

Dylan re-positions himself on the stairs as he watches Garrett and Mitchel walk out of the cell block. This time Dave joins him and sits down next to him on the same stair. The two don't say anything to each other for several long minutes. The only sounds heard is the sounds coming from Dylan's gun as he cleans it. 

Dave sighs as Dylan looks over at him. Then he speaks, "We will be better off outside this place than in here." Dave sighs again.

Dylan looks at him confused. "Probably the first time I've ever heard you say something like that." He laughs to lighten up the mood, but Dave doesn't laugh with him. "Why do you say that?"

"It's Garrett, he is losing it.......don't lie too me and tell me you haven't seen it." The older man says concerned as he strokes his beard. 

"Nah, he's done alright by me." The ex-Marine muttered cleaning his gun, not looking up at his friend.

Dave shook his head. "If you don't see it now, you will." He pauses and looks at his surroundings. The dark, damp cool feeling of the prison was enough give anyone a fright in the night. One could hear the old prisoners screams echo through the thin air. "A place like this it changes you."

"Hell." Dylan spat at him. "If it wasn't for my father I would have probably ended up in one of these places." He looks around to see if there is anyone else by them at the moment, and there wasn't. "About a year before the shit hit the fan, I went out to the bar out of state or vacation and started drinking. It was a long hard day, probably the hardest I've had to go through thanks to some personally shit....anyhow..... This guy started to talk to me...I was so drunk I don't remember what we got in a fight about. But the owner, he broke us up...told us we couldn't fight on the property. So me and the other guy, we took it across the street in some sort of construction yard. We were beating each other up pretty good. Then I got him on the ground and smacked his head against the dump of this construction vehicle, he didn't get up after that. I figured I had won and I staggered to my hotel......Woke up the next morning watching the news, the authorities discovered a body in that same construction site. That guy that I fought with, he didn't wake up.....called up my dad and he came and got me and here I am. I'm a wanted man in California Dave. Wanted for the murder of 25 year old Aiden Smith."