Survival 101: With Vivian Bell

Chapter 7: Huntin' with Women is Tedious, my Ass.

Remember when I said my passion was dance?

No I am not going to shake my booty for you, you perverted person you.

It's just when something so physical becomes a passion it takes over your life. When I first got into ballet I had to change my entire diet so I could keep up with the other students. My diet mainly consisted of fruits and water, which had me rushing to the bathroom most of the time but hey it was worth it.

At least I thought it was my frame was just a little larger than the other petite girls. Sure I was envious and a little annoyed that I couldn't do most they could at first but then I figured I've learned all I could from ballet, and it just wasn't for me. Besides, I was getting a little bored with the routines; I needed to find something that suited my needs. I wanted to express myself without so many restrictions and still look elegant while doing it, if that made sense.

That's just my way of saying I was just too damn lazy to put that much effort in to something that I have to wear tights and a tu-tu for.

So I moved on, educating myself in folk dancing, ballroom and tango. At one point I learned about Tangolates. I know it sounds like a Starbucks order but it really wasn't. It was the combination of concentration, coordination and core stability of Pilates and the fluidity of Tango.

It was quite therapeutic, especially when I had to deal with a lot of my mother's criticism. I still use it to keep my joints stretched and maintained so I wouldn't suffer from cramps when running away from danger.

So I woke up early that morning, feeling refreshed in my new sleeping quarters. Luna was curled up by my legs and stirred away when she felt me move. We both made our way down the tower and to the fresh grass.

It was still blue hour, the air was peaceful and a cool breeze passed through, forming Goosebumps on my skin. Luna and I walked across the prairie and stopped when we found a place suitable to us. Luna wandered off to do her business and I stood there staring at the sky that was slowly turning into a clear azure. I would guess it was around five thirty in the morning, my gaze moved to the grass.

I hadn't felt cool earth with the soles of my feet in a long time; it was a little tempting right now. Looking around to make sure no one was around; I wiggled one foot out of my boots and then placed it on the grass.

"Ohhh that's the stuff." I moaned at the tingling sensation of cold wet grass on my feet. My feet have always been overly sensitive. It was difficult whenever I got blisters or sprains so I had to be a little more careful with my feet than other parts of my anatomy.

My other foot followed and I abandoned my boots for a moment to walk around with my bare feet. It was quiet blissful, not having to be worried about being snuck up on by walkers and take the time to admire the small things.

My body was feeling a little stiff from sleeping so soundly and what better place to stretch than on a field of grass with no one around.

Rick Grimes got up at his usual time; sleep despite being a small luxury now, hasn't always come easy to him since the beginning of the turn. There was always a slight fear in his mind that he would sleep into a coma and wake up in chaos, more than usual.

He got dressed, checked on little Judith and exited the cell block. He walked up to the water barrel beside the gate leading to the barn. Cupping his hands into the water her washed his face and moved to open the gate to find it open.

Alert, he made his way down the gravel path, giving a quick glance at the animals. They were unharmed and the zombies were where he had last seen the, outside the outer gate. Sighing in relief his gaze wandered to the right, startled by the figure he saw.