As we approach the fence, the undead start to realise that there is fresh meat right next to them. Unfortunately, we happened to be said fresh meat.
Holding back on using my powers was difficult, I never realised how hard it would be to not use them. I was so used to constantly using them everyday, and thinking that if I did get accepted into this group, how long would it be before I could freely use my powers?
The sound of a southern voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"We best walk faster before these sons of bitches catch up" Daryl grunted out as he walked through the now open gate. I follow closely behind, the deer still resting lightly on my back. Once we are both on the inside of the fence, the same brown haired girl closes the gate before standing in front of us with a confused expression on her face.
"Who's this" She asked Daryl motioning her head towards me while doing so. A wary look crossed her confused face as she looked at me. I could understand why though, the very few people that I have seen during this apocalypse did not look the friendliest.
"Beatrix, Beatrix Black" I said with a small smile as I let one of my hands fall from the deers legs as I held it out to her. She slowly extended her hand as well as she cautiously shook my hand. She retracted her hand back quickly, and I replaced my hand back to where it was previously resting. "Do you have anywhere that I could place this stag, its starting to affect my back" I lied as I faked a pained face while shifting the deer on my shoulders.
"Yeah, over here" Daryl mumbled as he started walking towards the prison. I followed him, again. That seems to be all I've been doing this whole day. The brown haired girl followed closely behind us. While walking I only just seem to realise that this place has other people on the outside. How did I not notice them before? They were all looking at me as we walked along. I started to feel uncomfortable with all this attention on me, I wasn't used to being seen by other people. But I wouldn't let it show, I didn't want them to know that I felt uncomfortable.
Daryl gestured to a table that was just inside the prison, next to what looked to be a grill of some sort?
"A little help please" I asked as I prepared to take the stag off my shoulders. Once derealised that I couldn't do it by myself, he came behind me and helped me remove the deer from my back, before helping lower it to the table.
I rested my hands on my hips as I bent back slightly. "Wow that was fun, what now?" I asked the man that stood in front of me.
"There's some people that you need to meet" He grumbled as he started to walk away. Not sure on wether I was supposed to follow him or wait here until he came back, I just stood awkwardly while looking around, not really taking in what was around me. I stopped looking around awkwardly when I realised that he had stopped while walking and was just looking at me. Awkward...
"You comin'" He grunted, even though his face shows no emotion. I knew that he was amused by my awkwardness. I just nodded and started to follow him through the prison. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left fo-
"Shit" I mumbled as I took a step back, removing my face from Daryl's back. "Sorry" I said with a sheepish smile as I looked at his emotionless face. I realised that there were other people in the room when I heard a muffled giggle. I quickly snapped my head up to the source of the giggling only to find that it was a boy, he was in his teens, maybe 12 or 13, I don't know, I'm horrible at guessing ages. I shot the kid a playful glare before acknowledging the other people that stood before me.
"Uh, hi?" I said with a small wave as I noticed the curious looks on their faces. But there was also a hint of amusement.
"Whats your name" A man with a decent sized beard and scruffy brown hair said as he took a step closer.
"Beatrix" I said with confidence as I stood up a little bit straighter. He paused for a while, creating an awkward silence that no-one enjoys.
"How many walkers have you killed" He asked as he rested his hands on his hips and shifted his weight to his right foot.
"Uhh walkers" I said confused as I looked around the people, hoping that it would maybe give me a clue as to what this man was on about. Only now did I realise how many people are here.
"Those things walkin' around out there" He said as he made a gesture towards the exit.
"Oh the dead things? Um I'm not sure, too many to count" I said as I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.
"How many people have you killed?" He asked, moving from his position to crossing his arms over his chest. Probably to try and intimidate me, but nothing intimidates me. I think...
"People! None, I was living in the forest and I hadn't seen very many people, but when I did they never came close to where I was." I said as I started playing with my hands as I distracted myself from using my powers.
He only nodded at me before looking at a few people, including Daryl, and sent some message with his eyes. He then left the room followed by a short haired lady, an Asian man, the brown haired girl from the gate and santa clause. But this santa only had one leg, I wonder how he lost it.
I stood there awkwardly, again, as I waited to be told what to do.
"Follow me" The boy said as he gestured to the way we came in before walking towards it. I only shrugged before following after. I've got nothing better to do , I thought as I let out sigh of boredom .
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