Walker Killing, Man Stealing Teen

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I follow the man, black woman and the boy out into the hallway.
"I'm Rick," the man says quickly, "That's Michonne and Carl," he finishes nodding his head in the direction of both of them.

I notice he never rests his gun. He always seems ready.

I shift uneasily on my feet and try adjust the bed sheet to cover more of my body.

I glance over at the black woman and find her staring at me, I quickly look away.
"We have clothes at Alexandra," she says.
"Wha-" I try and ask but, my voice cracks. "What?"
"Alexandra is our home, it's safe. We have walls," the man says.
"This place has walls," I mumble. The man half laughs and looks down at his gun. It falls silent.

I want to ask why we're not doing anything, why we're not moving or hiding. But I stay quiet.

"They should be back by now," the boy says to the man.

I wonder who should be back? Does he mean the men that took me? Are they coming back?

I swallow and cough a little.
"Give it time," the black woman murmurs.

"I can hear them," The man says. I strain my ears and try to listen. Footsteps, on concrete.

Eventually two figures run towards us in the hallway. An Asian man and an ordinary woman.

"It's empty," the Asian man reports quickly before looking at me.
"Who's that?" The girl beside him asks, motioning with her head in my direction.

"We're taking her in," Rick says before looking at me, "That's Glenn and Tara," he's says motioning towards them with his gun.
I look up and nod awkwardly in their direction.
"She's not wearing any clothes," the woma- Tara says. "Wha- those bastards," she spits.

"They wanted to populate and help um....themselves," I say quietly. I make eye contact with the boy with the eyepatch but quickly look away.

"We don't have time to talk," Rick says. "Do you know where those men, kept their supplies?" He asks, turning to me.

"Uh. Um. No but, I think I do. I mean, I might know," I answer, caught of guard by his question.
"Lead the way," Tara says fingering her T-shirt.

I turn and begin walking down the concrete hallway, the opposite direction to where the Asian and Tara came from. I try to walk confidently, normally, how I used to walk but my body is too tired. All those days just laying in creaky beds and being laid on by men have made me weak. My shoulders are sagging and my arms hang loosely from them.

We pass the men, lying dead in puddles of blood scattered across the hallway.

We walk past the man that only recently was inside of me before running out of the room. I want to kick his dead body but restrain myself. Instead I curse in his direction. The others stay silent.

Finally we reach an opening. I step out onto the dirt, briefing enjoying the feeling of it beneath my bare feet. I point to a small concrete building.

"In there, maybe."

"Okay Michonne and Glenn," Rick says, "Come with me. Carl you stay here with her," He says pointing at me with his gun."Tara, you stay too."
"Dad, I'll be fine," the boy speaks up. I search their faces and register the father and son facial similarities. Rick stares at the boy.
"Okay, Tara, you can come with us." Rick commands. He gives the boy, Carl a long look then him and the others begin to walk towards the building, leaving us behind.

I look at the boy, he stares back at me.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Abby." I answer.
"I'm Carl."
"I've been told."

He scoffs and smiles, shakes his head and looks up.

I adjust the sheet around my body and sigh. I look down and wriggle my toes, they feel numb and cold.

When I look up I find Carl staring at me.
"Do you know how to use a gun?" He asks.
"No," I quietly answer.
"Well you'll learn," he says.
"I'm sure it's not that hard," I murmur. He ignores me.

After a couple of seconds of silence he begins to walk around pointing his gun and scanning the area. I resist the urge to sit down and continue standing, watching him. His dark hair is brushed back behind his ears yet he occasionally  flicks his head to try shrug his long fringe out of his eyes. He walks slowly and carefully and never moves the gun down from his eye. His other eye is bandaged leaving me wondering how it got injured.

"I know you're watching me," he half shouts. I tense, shouting can attract the dead.
"Don't worry," he says walking normally back towards me. "There's no walkers here," he remarks sensing my anxiousness.
"You see how I was checking the area?" He says. "I was looking for walkers, you always have to be ready, at all times, no matter what."
I nod.
"You never know what can happen," he mumbles.

"Well I didn't know this this would happen," I say.
He looks at me and half smiles, then turns towards the concrete building.

I turn too and see the others walking towards us. Michonne and Rick are carrying cardboard boxes.

"We found food, not much of it but and no bullets," Rick explains.
"Glenn and I have already taken the guns and knives off the men," Tara speaks. Rick nods.

"Let's go, more of Negans people could be coming," Rick says, beginning to walk again.

Whose Negan?