After familiarising myself with the prison and the people who reside in said prison, I was feeling a lot more comfortable being here than I was before. But I was wondering where the man with the crossbow went, Daryl. I hadn't seen him when Carl was pulling me around. Speaking of Carl, when he left me alone in a cell to settle in, his father, Rick, came to talk to me. It was quite a serious conversation, but everything about this man seemed to be serious.
He told me how he noticed that Carl had taken a liking to me, which he thought was strange because he hadn't been interacting with anyone lately. He also kind of dumped his emotions on me in a way, which I was okay with because I got to know him and what he's been through. He also told me that it was partially his fault that Carl was outcasting himself, for he was upset also. And me, being curious, I asked why he and Carl were upset.
And he told me everything.
I had tears harbouring in my eyes as he finished telling me how guilty he felt for distancing himself from Lori, his wife, while she was pregnant. Not only did it affect his relationship with her and his son, he also never got to say goodbye to his wife...
When he told me this I instantly thought back to my parents, although it was awhile ago since I had last seen my parents, since they had passed on, I still felt all the emotions that I did the day that I was sent to this planet.
Sharing this bonding moment with Rick was nice. I hadn't had anyone to express my feeling too, and the animals that I talked to did not count. It also seemed like he was in a better mood, maybe he hadn't opened up to anyone since it happened. But in away it felt like he trusted me more, which is good because I feel like he didn't trust me that much when I first came here.
Now, sitting in a comfortable silence with Rick in my new 'room' was peaceful. He was the first one to break it by asking me if I had actually carried that stag all the way here.
"Oh yeah, it was pretty challenging" I said with a small laugh as I leant back onto a part of the wall that wasn't covered in blood.
"Did Daryl make you carry it all the way here?" He asked with a slight frown "The man can be pretty mean sometimes, but I don't think he would make you do that."
"Oh no, he was going to take it but I offered. Said he would take it if I couldn't carry it any longer" I said "He is a very talkative person isn't he" I said sarcastically with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah, had some very intense conversations with him" Rick said playing along. We both chuckled for a while before I let out a tired sigh.
"Tired" He asked as he turned his head to look at me with a eyebrow raised.
"Yeah. Its been a long day" I said.
"Get some sleep" He said while getting up to leave the cell. When he was at the entrance of the cell he said "I will get someone to tell you if theres anything for you to do tomorrow" and with a small wave he was gone.
I got up from my position on the floor only to collapse on the bottom bunk. I wasn't physically tired, just very emotionally tired. I haven't had a physical interaction with people in awhile, and it was sort of overwhelming to have all of this in one day.
I liked all of the people in the prison. But my favourites had to be Carl, Rick and surprisingly Daryl. Rick and Carl were my favourites because we had bonded slightly over the short period of time that we had known each other. But with Daryl it was mostly his company that I enjoyed. During our walk to the prison we hadn't had much conversation, but I didn't feel like there needed to be any. We walked in a comfortable silence and it was surprisingly peaceful.
I shifted my back slightly to get comfortable before resting my arms on my head and letting out a big breath. Since it was dark outside and there were no lights around the prison you couldn't see much. But with my enhanced vision I could see quite clearly. Moving my right hand from my head I started to draw pictures in the air with my purple magic that fell from my finger tips. Most of my 'pictures' were just squiggly lines that I thought looked pretty cool. I used to do this a lot when I was in my room just before bed, it would calm me and reminded me of my parents and what we could do.
I dropped my hand to my side before slowly falling into a light sleep.
This is probs crap
I also realised while writing this that I love to use commas, and I have tried to refrain from using them, but sometimes I just cant help myself.
Also again, this is really short........ yep
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