Fate or Hell

Chapter 4: Making Friends?

A week passes... They were slowly trusting us. We took the fencing job that considered us to kill the zombies I mean walkers that were against the fence. Shane would watch us. I didn't like having him around, he would boss us around and stand there like a jackass when he could help us. Jesus didn't care he was just happy to be somewhere better. After a long day of working outside Jesus and I went to our cell. He falls on the bed while I gather clothes, a towel, and soap

Jesus: Guess your going first?

Me: Damn right, I won't take long

Jesus: Mmhmm

He closes his eyes. I head over to the showers. I place my clothes on the floor behind the wall before entering. I undress, put a towel around me, go to one of the showers, put the towel over the shower head and start taking a nice cold shower. Once I finish I dry myself off and wrap the towel around me. I go over to where I left my clothes at. My dirty clothes were still there but my clean ones were gone

Me: What the hell?

I see a figure in the corner of my eye

Me: Who the fuck is that?!

Shane appears holding my clothes. I grab onto my towel tightly

Me: Can I help you Shane?

Shane: You think your one of us just cause you walk anywhere, eat anywhere, and sleep anywhere?

I give him a confused look as he starts walking over to me

Me: Shane don't come any closer to me or you'll regret it

Shane: Oh I'll regret it? No no no you'll regret it

Me: Can you give me my clothes and leave please?

Shane: Oh this? You want OUR clothes? You want them, you'll have to do something for me in return

Me: Oh god your one of those assholes

He gets so close to me that he's face to face with me

Shane: I want to see how far your willing to go to get the things you want

Me: Oh horse shit

Shane: You want your clothes you're going to have to give me a kiss

Me: Excuse me?

Shane: You heard me just a kiss that's all. Or you walk out here without a towel

Me: Your a sick bastard; you know that?

Shane: Would you rather I go to Rick and tell him you attacked me so that he'll have no choice but to kill both you and your brother

He takes out his gun and points it at my head

Shane: Bang...bang...

I glare then kiss him. He smirks and kisses back passionately while putting his gun away. I felt so disgusted but it was to shut him up. I feel his hands on my arms then lowers his to the end of my towel and barely lifts it but I shove him off making him fall to the ground

Shane: Why you little bitch!

He gets up, walks over to me, and forcefully grabs my arm

Shane: You better watch yourself now girl ;you hear me? I'll be watching you from now on

Me: Let go you son of a bitch!

Daryl storms in

Daryl: Shane!

We both look at Daryl

Daryl: The hell you doing man?

Shane finally let's go of me. I grab onto my arm while keeping the towel close to me and glared at Shane