Grimes and Dixon

chapter 22: looks like youve been through shit

raynes POV

we didn't get as far as i wanted too. we would have been home already if Dan hadn't stopped in every single store we came across on the way. I'm not even kidding. every. single. store. I've been trying to tell Dan that weren't going to find anything, and we haven't, but he hasn't stopped looking.

"Dan, we could be home right now" I said, I'm standing in the broken doorway of what once was a Walgreens. 
"yeah, yeah. I'm trying to find supplies" he said.
"God damnit, Daniel! we haven't found a thing!" I said and turned around.
"don't you dare call me Daniel" he walked up to me and said angrily.
"I want to go home!" I screamed.
"then go!" he yelled and pointed. "go! leave!"
"fine I will!" I yelled and turned. I stormed off in the direction of home. I didn't turn back. even though I heard Dan's calls. if he really wanted me to walk with him, he would pull me back.

•~•

I'm lost. I'm lost as fuck.

"shit" I said quietly to myself. it was getting darker and darker by the moment. I looked around and saw a metal door with a few bullet holes and blood splatters. the windows we're cracked and some completely gone. but it was my best shot. I walked into the building and pulled the heavy door shut. it was dark in the building so I grabbed the flashlight from my backpack. I pushed the button on the bottom and a circle of brightness lead my way. I heard a low growl behind me and grabbed my knife. the walker reached out for me but didn't move. I heard clinking and moved around it. I lightly smiled when it followed me around in a circle and tripped on its feet. It seemed to let our screams of hunger.

"well don't that just suck?" I said to him and waited for the reply.

"yep" I heard behind me. I jumped and turned around. I shined my flashlight in the person's face. he wore a cheeky smile that was almost sarcastic. he wore a leather jacket over a red scarf. and the thing that scared me the most was his weapon. not only did he have multiple guns and knives on him, he had a bloody baseball bat wrapped tightly in barbed wire.
"w-who are you?" I choked out.
"the names Negan" he said and confidently walked over to me. "looks like you've been through some shit"
"y-yeah. I-I'm sorry if I broke into w-where your staying. I-it's just dark and-" he cut me off.
"no, no, it's fine. I wasn't staying here. was about to head into the truck and drive myself back home when I heard a voice. belonged to you" he said "need a place to stay?"

I thought for a moment. I just wanted to go home and be in Carl's arms. I want him to hold me and tell me it was going to be alright. this guy seemed shady, like he was hiding something.

"why are you being so nice to me?" I asked. I got fed up with the walker and stabbed in the head, freeing it of its bloody death.
"you're young" he said "your scared. you been through a lot, I can tell. I live in a safe place. lots of people, even a boy your age. sixteen right?" I nodded. "you'll fit right in in. let's go" he waved me over and I followed.
"I forgot to ask, what's your name?" he asked.
"rayne" I said.
"beautiful name" he said.
"thank you" I said. the car ride to his home was silent.

the base was huge. a huge white disc on top to bring electricity to the compound. electric fences guards the perimeter and a series of red lights flash but don't phase Negan.

"welcome home" he said and parked the car. "I'll show you where you can stay. then we can go over the rules tomorrow" he opened the door and I took a look around. the halls were concrete and dark. florescent lights lined the ceilings. I gripped onto my backpack straps harder. the backpack wasn't even mine. I found it in a house Dan and I had stayed in and a little food. I pulled the sleeves of dans jacket I still had on over my palms, I'd always done that. I don't know why.

"negan?" someone rounded the corner. we both looked up. "who is that?" he asked. I'm guessing it was the boy my age. he had a bruise on his left temple and chocolate brown eyes. his brown hair was up in front of his SnapBack.
"rayne" negan said. I nodded.
"Ben" he said.
"Ben, show her where she can stay. a room to herself." negan said. he nodded and waved for me to follow him. I hesitated at first put negan put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up to him.
"you're safe here" he said "nothing will happen to you" I smiled lightly and nodded. he pushed me to follow Ben down the halls. I walked about five feet behind him. he was constantly poking his head into random rooms and saying something I didn't understand. he turned down the hall and into a room.

"here's yours" he said. "I'm right next door" I nodded and waited in the door way.
"where'd you come from anyways?" he asked.
"no where" I muttered and set my backpack down on the bed.
"well a girl so taken care of couldn't have just been on the road for so long" he said and crossed his arms.
"well I was. and if really appreciate if you'd leave me the hell alone" I snapped and reached for my knife.
"alright, damn. here's your key" he threw the key from his pocket and I caught it with my hand. I turned on the lamp next to the bed and closed the door. I sunk down to the floor and cried. I want to go home. I want to tell Carl what happened. I want to tell Dan that I was sorry I left. I wanted to hug my sister. I wanted to tell my dad I was okay even though I wasn't. I was far from okay.

"I'm sorry, Carl" I whispered to myself.
"I shouldn't have left home"