Survival 101: With Vivian Bell

Chapter 6: Suspicious To Ridiculous

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Luna and I just wandered around the outskirts of the prison, unsure of our place. Well I was insecure, I didn't really know what Luna was feeling and she doesn't tell me much. I did recall Daryl said something about a tour, though he wasn't very clear about whether he was offering to educate me or just a general notification.

Educated by white trash? Please...don't make me laugh Vivian.

I didn't want to bother anyone either, from what I could see everyone had separate tasks. Everyone was working hard to make their lives in the prison easier. I saw the men moving logs and hacking off the edges to form a spike of some kind, the women were washing or cleaning. I felt like I needed to help in some way but the idea of talking to a complete stranger terrified me, unless they initiated the conversation first.

Luna and I made our way down a gravel path, out of the first barrier around the prison. I took my time to analyze everything around me. There were around six watch towers at good vantage points, two in the front, two at the rear and two more in the middle by the cell blocks. I was intrigued by them, high up and recluse, it was the perfect place to hide out and keep watch for oncoming Walkers.

I strutted down grey path that stood out against the green grass. The soles of my boots crunched under the little stones. I was looking at the two little barns that they had built side by side. One was walled up by jagged planks of wood, with a little shed and a metal roof over it. I moved closer to admire it, striding through the flattened grass. There were two fully grown, plump pink pigs wandering about in the mud. The stench of them was over powering but I was salivating at the sight of them and Luna panted even harder.

"Cool it Lune." I said lightly, she paused to gulp and then began panting again. I knew what she was thinking, I was thinking it too. I wanted those damn pigs cut up, cooked and in my belly again. Man I've turned so savage, to get excited at the sight of two pigs.

I'll huff and puff and—

"What are you doing here?" The temperamental voice behind me caught me off guard, effectively cutting into my rambling thoughts. I spun around to face Rick's son, Carl.

He was glaring fiercely at me; I stood there not knowing how to respond.

I felt like a deer caught under headlights.

Mmm venison, now that sounds simply delightful.

Cue, Rick to the rescue. He walked over hurriedly when he saw the intense way Carl was watching me and my lack of a witty response.

"Easy there son, she was just looking. No harm done." He said smiling apologetically at me and placing a hand on his son's tense shoulders.

"I was just admiring your pigs there." I wanted to tell them how delectable they looked but something told me they wouldn't take it as a compliment like I mean it to be.

"She shouldn't be alone dad." Carl whispered harshly to his father while keeping a watchful eye on me.

You know I can hear you, I am not deaf.

"Yeah I know, Carl." He murmured back with a tight smile across his face "Can you go get Karen for me?"

Reluctantly the young boy ran off, occasionally glancing back to see if I was going to attempt to do something evil. I couldn't help but frown, what the heck is with these people? Do I look that psychotic?