It was you (The Walking dead story)

Chapter 7

I was slightly shoken up.

"I'm awake" I mumbled. I turned around, Lori was there. Her hands tightly around her stomach.

"Lori, are you pregnant?" I asked. I wouldn't be surprised if she called me stupid. I mean, she had a baby bump for goodness sakes.

"No,I just looove to eat. Because these days we have so much food!" she said sarcastically.

I laughed. I hated my laugh; it was loud and annoying, but I couldn't hold it in.

She smiled, like she hadn't heard a laugh since what seemed like forever.

"Rick told me to wake you up. He wants you to go practice shooting." She planted her hand on my cold shoulder.

"Okay." I nodded. "I'll be- exactly where?"

"Just go by the tower on the left side. He's there waiting."

"Okay."

She left. I sat on the bed and ran my hands through my face. It had been about 3 weeks since I had last looked at my own self. I couldn't help but wonder. Did I have bruises? Maybe acne?

I got up and went downstairs. I saw Carol in her cell resting. Good for her. She needed the rest.

I went outside to only find myself blinded by the sun. I put my hand above my eyes and started walking to the left making my way to the tower.

There was Rick, leaning against the towers cemented walls.

"Hi Rick. Lori told me about the practice."

He looked at me. "Yeah, actually me and Daryl are going on a run. When we come back we will practice." He looked around , as if he was looking for someone in specific.

He yelled out "Maggie" and I jumped. I folded my arms trying to play it cool but Rick had seen me and he had smiled. I smiled too, I got scared when it comes to jumpscares.

The pretty woman came , Maggie.

"Yes?"

Rick stopped smiling and put a serious face. "Hang with Meslie for a bit while we go on the run."

"Okay, be careful."

Rick nodded and started walking towards a car that was waiting for him by the big orange doors that Daryl had passed when he first brought me.

Maggie reached out her hand. "Here, lets go up to my cell. Some 'girl time.'"

I held her hand and felt like a kid; again. Just like I had with Lori the first day.

We went back into the prison and to her cell. It was upstairs too- three cells away from mine. It was definitely better than mine; Her bunk had better sheeting. Not that it really mattered.And she certainly didn't have dried up blood droplets on her wall.

On a small table similiar to mine she had pefume and makeup. Why did she have all this stuff?

She sat down on the bottom bunk. I was still in the entrance.

"It's fine to come in." She said.

I found myself walking towards the little table. I reached out for the make up,planting my fingers along them.

"Oh, that. I only put it on when I go somewhere with Glenn,my boyfriend." Where did she go? Restaurants? Dead people serving them what- flesh?

She answered my question as if she could read my mind. "Not that we really go places.We sometimes have small picnics outside, when theres not many walkers around." She added.

I stopped touching the make up. She got up from the bed and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Close your eyes Meslie"

She moved me around , I carefully walked.

"Look."

I opened my eyes , and infront of me was a person I didn't recognize.

It was me.

Maggie had a mirror.