Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
RUTH
ONLY ONE COLOR was visible to Ruth. Black. The bed she rested on wasn't visible in the pitch black of the night, the moon barely shining through the small window.
Ruth went to pull herself up from the soft bed, but was brought back by cold metal touching her wrist. Her right arm was handcuffed above her to the bedpost, keeping her in place. On her left, a small needle pricked her hand, an IV pole beside it.
The fluid inside dripped at a steady pace. Drip. Drip. Drip. She felt no pain, but she did feel confusion. A yawn erupted from her, and she leaned against the pillow, gazing up at the white ceiling.
"We can't trust her. What if she came from the same group as the other kid?" A man's voice echoed through the door.
"She might have, but she mentioned she was running from a group. We can't force her to go back there, Shane." Glenn's voice said quietly through the door.
"Y'all didn't see her out there. She was terrified. Fuck it if she knows him. She's a completely different person. The girl's basically harmless right now anyways." Daryl replied. Ruth scoffed.
"I am not." She muttered.
"She needs to be locked up and away from the rest of us. You really want her in the same house as your girls, Hershel? I say put her in the barn with the boy." A deep voice echoed. Ruth's eyes narrowed at the statement, and she yanked on the handcuffs that kept her arm in place.
"Hello? Let me out!" She shouted. The voices hushed at her calls, and heavy footsteps reached her door almost immediately. The white door opened, revealing the man from before with the shaved head, Rick, and Hershel.
The man looked at Ruth with utter distaste and charged towards her, but Rick placed his hand on the man's chest to stop him. "Shane, just slow down a bit."
"She's gonna lead that group back here and we're all gonna be left for dead, Rick. You want me to slow down?" Shane glared at her, and she pushed her body further against the bed frame in an attempt to distance herself from the hot head.
Hershel glared in his direction. "You can decide later what to do. Right now, she needs that wound checked. Either bite your tongue or leave." He said. Shane huffed and glared in her direction before storming out the door like a child that didn't get what they wanted.
Rick's eyes met Ruth's in a scrutinizing gaze. He wanted to figure out if she really was as bad as the men at that bar. He needed to know if she was a part of that group so he could act accordingly. The man only wanted to ensure the safety of his family. If that meant the girl had to leave or be... executed, he would do as such. Hershel looked closely at the sutures, checking for any abnormalities.
