↠Silent, But Deadly↞

↠Adapting↟↡ Part 2↞

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March 21th, 2017//Edited

Episode 03x10: "Home"

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Chapter 70: ↠Adapting↟↡ Pt 2↞

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I slept through the night, forcing myself to do so.

Because of Rick's absent, everyone had offered to sleep in the room with me, but I just kept Judith and Carl to wait on for their father's return. He ended up coming back earlier morning, or perhaps it was someone else.

Judith was the one who woke me up, giggling and gurgling as loud as she possibly could. Crying wasn't something she did often, so I took her from her little box. But the scribes on the side had me interested in what it said.

And a frown was plastered. It said 'lil asskicker' on the side. Fancy lettering and all. A smile was directly towards me as she saw me, continuing to giggle throughout the little journey towards Beth.

"Bottle's all ready. I can take her."
Passing her off, making sure her head was angled just right so no further adjustments were needed as she began to feed. But now it was the discussion of seeing Hershel standing there at the far end, patting her shoulder did I go and talk to her father.

"Have you seen Rick?"
"Came back for an hour early this morning..."
"I want you to talk to him, he wont let me into his head."
"And you think I can do it?"

He pushed him with his crushes to close off this conversation in the littlest form, whispering to me now.
"You know how people can close off so easily. Take that to your advantage."
I nodded, going off into the eating area. But he had called me back, holding out my bow. Running for the return of it was I thankful I didn't loose it. But him holding the extra supply of arrows worried me.

He gave me a shit load extra.

"He left them for you."
I take them into my hand, sliding my bow over one single shoulder before dropping them off into my new shared room. Again, blocked off by Hershel.
"You can talk to me Blake, you're like a daughter to me. And I don't like to see you hurting like this."
"He made his choice...Now I'm making mine."
There was always the aspect of me going out to look for him, drag his ass back here. No hope left in me for him returning, not one single drop. But me finding them is a different story, one I do not wish to happen.
Maybe on accident like I found his brother. But my main concern now is Rick.

"Blake."
Being stopped by yet another person had me on edge, but instead of making it seem like that did I flinch in response to my name being called. Of course it had to be Glenn saying my name, his calm cool voice started to speak. But nothing was understandable, like a foreign langue I've never heard before.
But him holding out my pistol was enough to know what he meant. Nodding did I go on out to the courtyard.

Seeing another figure coming on towards me, did I smile to see who it was.

"Michonne?"
"Nice to see you back on your feet."

Her smile rang wide before she looked on back over her shoulder, Rick was outside the fence. My god...
"Don't let him wonder too far..."
"Are you sticking around?"
"Hopefully."
"I'll put in a good word....I don't know how far that is going to get you though."
Another sigh built on out into my system, but she gave me a polite nod before going into the cell block. Whatever she wanted to go off to.

"Heard Asian boy was trying to figure out where the group came from. He'll be fine for another minute."
Looking out again to Rick was he just standing at the small little bridge that overdraft a puddle compared to the bodies of water around us.

She lead the way back on in, and we entered as Glenn continued to draw a map onto the floor with chalk. We weren't only falling apart because Rick wasn't here, Daryl, the man who usually takes on up was out as well.
I smiled to Michonne for reminding me of that before I kneed down beside Glenn so that everyone could have a view of what we are potentially dealing with.

"We secured this."
"He thought he came through here."
"Means there's another breach...Okay. The whole front of the prison is unsecured. If walkers just strolled in, then it's gonna be cake for a group of armed men."

My eyes studied the maps of the catacombs, something I hope I live to know by heart. But I am proud of Glenn for stepping up at the moment, but I don't think I have it in me or my body to handle a herd of walkers at the moment.

"Why are we even so sure he's going to attack? Maybe you scared him off."

"He had fish tanks full of heads. Walkers and humans. Trophies. Beat those to a pulp. He's coming."

Michonne argued, heads of them just stuffed in fishtanks? How does that even-...I don't know how to finish that thought, but her general worry for this group just made her an excellent addition, something I would argue with Rick for.

She gave me company for the good for hours that I helped her, although we didn't talk much. We share a silent bond, and that was obvious in it's turn. I just don't know how she ended up here at a time like this.

"We should hit him now."
"What?"

"He won't be expecting it. We'll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head."
Glenn tried to work out a plan through his head, and perhaps that fiction plan worked well. But we weren't up for anything in that scenes, even looking around the group. We we're weak without Daryl, Beth was right.

"We're not assassins."
"You know where his apartment is. You, Blake and I could end this tonight...I'll do it myself."
But hearing the sound of crutches come on forward did I know Hershel would step up and help our new substitute leader for the moment in time. He's been wise so far, trying to help the four people who wanted to stay. But evidently it just went to shit.
"He didn't know you were coming the last time. And look what happened. You were almost killed. Daryl was captured. And you and Blake were almost executed."
"You can't stop me."
"Rick would never allow this."
"You really think he's in any position to make that choice?"
"Think this through clearly. T-Dog lost his life here. Lori too. The men that were here. It isn't worth anymore killing. What are we waiting for? If he's really on his way, we should be out of here by now."
The thought pierced through my brain, leave? He wants to leave? I take back what I said before, everything is turning to shit now. If he truly thinks leaving is the right answer then so help me god.

"And go where?"
"We lived on the road all winter."

"Back when you had two legs and we didn't have a baby crying for walkers every four hours."
"We can't stay here."
"We can't run."
The conversation took a turn, a very bad turn once Maggie left the room. Hell, I was still sitting on my ass to the nice cold floor. My legs arched up as I tried to divide a plan. Make them waste all their bullets when they come on in, they wouldn't expect us to stay. But we will, just hide all our shit and make it look like we left.

That is an idea now.

"Alright, we'll stay put. We're gonna defend this place. We're making a stand....Carl you me and Blake will go down into the tombs. We need to figure out where the breach is."
"Glenn if I can make one request. Blake shouldn't be fighting with the concussion she has. Take her on out."
My mind took a turn, this wasn't going so well. We were outnumbered, half of them could barely lift their own. Michonne, myself and Glenn are in medical conditions. Rick physically and mentally isn't here. This is shit.

"Who's on watch?"
Before he rushed on outside, even before I could say Rick was outside. Whatever he might be thinking of other, so I stayed on guard outside. Just at my chair with an assault rifle in my arms, smoking away the pain. And hoping to god that Rick comes on back to us.

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Author's Note: Heyho Hey! Part coming out in a second.

But guess who has a short story due for creative writing due at midnight! This gal! How far along am I? Barely to pages in!

Who's screwed? Me.

-Virtually_Nerdy <3