"She was like a new light. A new beginning. A new end." - Rick Grimes.
This story is about Bella Sinclair and her journey through the new world of the dead. A story of hope, of justice, of family and most importantly, of love. It focuses on a simil...
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I wanted to be happy and relieved at Andrea's arrival, but I couldn't. It's been days since the arena, since she saw us battered and bruised, as I was publicly forced to choose who's head to hold a gun towards. She didn't seem to be harmed; she looked well, clean, nourished in the riches the town of Woodbury had to offer.
Everyone watched intensely as Rick forced her to her knees and frisked her, checking for any weapons, before yanking her bag over her head and throwing it out of reach.
"I asked if you were alone!" Rick growled, not willing to take any chances after yesterday.
"I am." She said weakly through her heavy breathing.
"Check her boots." I instructed towards Rick, earning Andrea's attention as she brought her shocked expression towards me.
Rick ran his hand along her boots, before pulling out a knife and throwing it over with her beige shoulder bag.
Did I think she would attempt to hurt anyone? No, never, but she had the Governor whispering in her ear. That alone is a means for us all to be wary. No matter how much I wanted to run over to her and pull her into an embrace, I couldn't allow myself to. None of us could. I looked over to Michonne and then to Shane, both of them watching Andrea with confliction in their eyes. We were all feeling it. We were out there together for so long; we were like a mini family and it was a gut wrenching position to be in after everything that has happened.
"Welcome back." Rick said in a stern tone, pulling Andrea up from her knelt position by her upper arm.
We all proceeded inside Cell Block C and I took a seat on the far table, placing the spare rifle against the side of the bench and picking up a poker to finish cleaning out the end of the rifle Shane had given me after having lodged it through a walkers eye socket. Rick walked just in front of me, before turning on the heels of his boots to face everyone. He looked down to meet my gaze, giving me a subtle nod of support and I returned the favour. I kept my back towards the group, with the intention of avoiding Andrea's scowl. She seemed mortified at the way she had been treated since getting here, but could she really blame us? I tried to get her out, to keep her safe and look what happened.
I tried.
"Rick I- you all live here?" Andrea asked, leaving me to wonder how much information she was trying to pick up and report back to her new leader.
"Here an the cell block." Glenn stated abruptly.
"There?" She continued. "Can I go in?"
"I won't allow that." Rick took a couple of steps forward, cutting her off from Beth, Judith and Carl who were all tucked away in the safety of the cells.
"I'm not an enemy, Rick." Andrea spoke with a lack of conviction.
"Till your Governor tore down the fences with a truck an shot us up." Rick argued.
