The Betrayal Code ⚔ TWD

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“ I wondered how well the Saviors were doing sitting out in the forest waiting for my signal.”

(A/N: Switched to first-person ok?)

I hate lights. Not the big bright ones that could make you blind, the light dull ones that barely project any light. I've always been fearful of them, at least with bright lights comes - well, light. I hated them because they didn't scare away the darkness completely. I've been careful to prevent my slight fear of the dark because that would be embarrassing saying that in the world we live in now. ‘Hey, did you know that Hannah is scared of the dark? Haha, now let's kill this flesh-eating walking corpse!’ So stupid. Stupid until yesterday. I had never realized I was so enchanted with the dark hues and the freedom of dullness. I was enchanted with the person who brought light into my dark without the big bright lights. His dull, emotionless, but bright eye wooed me out of the stupid fear. I love the dark.

“H-Hannah,” a little voice murmured into my deep dream-like state of sleeping. “You're food is here.” Mmm definitely a dream. I turned my body over to the noise. Until that damn noise started to shake my body and whisper my name making my dream die: reality. Loud groans escaped my lungs and I swatted the cause of my dream’s death. “I'm not ready for school yet. Five more minutes.” I mumbled. The female voice chuckled and said, “Only if it were back to that, welcome to the end of the world. Enjoy your stay.” From the awkward tone of the voice I could tell it was Denise. My body shot right up and then I felt that hell of a pain in my ankle, thankfully the smell of food - some sweet fruits that I could tell were in a can just minutes ago - and a cup of water beside me, more than reassured me. “Oh, thank you for...this.” I mumbled while rubbing my eyes. “Don't thank me, Maggie brought them down on her way to her job.” Denise grinned. I grinned back without meaning to, but the thought of Maggie bringing me food voluntarily, warmed my gloomy mood; although my conscience told me to not think much of it.

Denise helped me up from the bed, though I'm surprised she didn't give up on my spitfire attitude and demanding to stay in the warm sheets all day. An invitation I remembered getting yesterday was the only thing that inspired me. We made it to the front of the clinic where a couple other medical beds like mine sat by the windows. I glanced around the main room of clinic for the first time and was impressed by the medical supplies they acquired. Not a lot like the Hilltop, but certainly much more than some other group I have seen. Than I wondered about Carl, if this was where they took him when he lost his eye or if he ever traveled down here, willingly. I walked by myself to the cabinets of medicine and explored the different types they had. My finger scrolled across each row as my lips mumbled the name and what it mostly treated.
“You wanted to be a doctor?” Denise asked walking over to her makeshift desk.
“Wanted.” I sighed, remembering that horrible part of my life where I realized no matter how hard I tried, my grades kept staying Cs or Ds and the teachers promised behind my back that I wouldn't get very far. There was more to it than I would like to say but I couldn't bring myself to think of it.
“Did you know what kind of job Carl has here?” I spoke casually asked. Denise gave me that look and smirked. “He's hanging out with Enid but I'm sure he'll drop by very, very soon.” she said the last part slower. I grunted, “I was just curious about the kinda jobs they give kids here.” Even though I internally slapped myself thinking Carl wasn't much of kid anymore in this kind of world.
“Yeah okay…” she spoke sarcastically while keeping her focus on sorting through the medicine on the little desk of hers. The silence between us was extremely uncomfortable until Daryl thankfully strolled into the clinic with the same cold expression he wore a couple days ago when I met the guy.
“Me an’ Rosita are headin’ on a run,” He stated nonchalantly as he walked closer to my doctor and followed her focus to the medicine she was organizing. “Need an’thing?” Damn. He had one amazing accent I thought as I observed lying down on nearest bed and placed my hands behind my head in a kingly manner. “More antibiotics would be fine. Carl’s injuries really ravished through my supplies.” I looked towards Denise when she spoke that, she caught my glance for a moment but my eyes sprinted away. Daryl nodded gruffly to Denise while I observed the scruff on his chin and his strangely attractive long hair. He turned his eyes toward me and scoffed, “I'm su’prised she's still her’. Would've thought she’d get even more mad.” I stared him down and relaxed back into my comforting position on the bed. “Gotta admit, I like sitting here more than a risk of getting a house next to yours.” I sassed. This pissed him off but he didn't show it too much with the exception of the deadly tone in his voice when he said, “At least I’m doin’ work ‘round here not muchin up the food supply.” then he turned to Denise and continued his conversation with her. “You sure you're ok'ay?” Denise nodded her head and nudged him, “Yes, I'm sure, now get to your mission before Rosita leaves without you.” he smiled slightly and nudged her back and was about to leave until Denise raced up to him, “Actually I need to come along.”