Finding Sophia (The Walking Dead Fanfiction)

Twelve: Prison

Putting more guts on seemed to be the longest thing ever. I dreaded going to that prison, finding out who or what was there...of course Sophia just had to say that. Of course she wanted to see the prison and what was inside...of fucking course. There wasn't really any fucking way out of it either. I was the one who offered that we go, ask her what she wanted to do. It was all my fault, of fucking course.

I rubbed my shirt with guts completely covering it with the shitty smelling nastiness that used to be human guts. I always thought that was weird, how the smells change. I mean, instantly you're a geek and your smell changes along with it? The virus changes how you smell to the dead? I'm not complaining, because I found the loophole, but it doesn't really make much sense to me. Nothing makes much sense anymore, now that I think about it.

I wasn't mad. I couldn't be mad, not at her, not for long. And she didn't do anything wrong, so I just went with it. I rubbed the guts on my cheeks, careful not to get it in my eyes and stood up, ready to get in this goddamn prison.

"Ready?" I ask, flicking the blood from my hatchet. She runs some more guts along her arm and nods.

"Ready." She agrees. She held a knife in her right hand, ready to kill just in case. I kept my hatchet in my left and our free hands firmly held together.

After a period of time, you really get used to the smell of the guts, especially when they're literally on you twenty four seven. I'm not too worried about the smell as to what wearing all this shit is doing to me. But, the effects haven't shown yet, so I'm not really that worried about it. Especially if it keeps me safe for the moment.

We make our way to the prison and then through the crowd of walkers, holding hands and staying close together. I refused to ever lose her. I couldn't and wouldn't, not to something so stupid. I knocked into a geek and it stopped a moment, looking at me, almost like a driver would look at me in that situation. 'Who the fuck are you and what's your problem?' Basically like I was stupid and needed to get out the goddamn path.

Then we heard grunting, but not like the moans of geeks. Human grunts, like when we impale a geek, but only more...human. I figured it was a figment of my imagination or something and we were going to be face to face with more geeks, but of course, there's people standing right behind the fence.

There was a heavy black guy with a beanie and a crowbar, impaling geeks through the head. Next, there was this really pretty white woman with curly black hair and next to her was a heavy white man with a full on mustache. I could tell he was a father by the way he carried himself, but the other man was totally single, or in a relationship without kids.

We finally make it through the crowd and up to the fence when the black guy tries to impale me with his crowbar. I lean back, hardly missing it.

"Living!" I whisper yell, trying not to grab the attention of the geeks around us. "We're alive." I assure them.

"Holy shit." The woman says, ignoring the geeks grabbing for her. "You're covered in guts." She states the obvious. I simply nod.

"So, ah, do I need to invite myself in or am I just gonna have to leave or..."

The black guy turns to the other guy and says, "Open the gate." We make it inside and Sophia is simply taking it all in. I still have my hatchet ready and gun prepared. "How many walkers have you killed?" The black guy asks.

"Not enough." I answer. If this was their 'initiation' or whatever, I was willing to bite.

"How many people have you killed?" The woman pipes in.

"Too many." I answer.

"Why?"

Sophia answers for me, "Because people are more dangerous than the dead nowadays."

They look amongst one another, when the black guy says, "We've got a group here that you can be a part of, both of you. There's plenty of people already working. And we've got food, water, showers." Sophia tugs on my arm when she hears showers. I look at her and she nods eagerly, obviously interested in the group. She really has given up hope on finding her group...I sigh.

A million thoughts run through my head. What if this ends up like Woodbury? What if it really is sanctuary? What if I'm safe here? What if, goddamnit? Fuck it.

"Yeah." I agree, "We'll join your group."

Maybe I should've reconsidered, considering we're now locked inside a prison.