Walkers, Three Mermaids, Two Singers, and a Sheriff's Son

Chapter 3: The Prison

Noelle's POV

"No!!! Don't eat me, uterus fairy." I scream when I wake up from a horrible dream. Everybody gathers around me, and looks at me like I need mental help. "Are you okay, Noelle?" My mom asks me. I nod, and then shake my head. And then I nod my head again. And then I just shrug. "I don't know. I had a nightmare. This thing, called itself 'uterus fairy', was trying to eat me. It kept chasing me, but finally got ahold of me. And then I woke up." I tell everyone. They all nod, and slowly back away. Um... Okay. My family probably thinks I'm crazy. Which isn't really a surprise. I mean, I was born crazy. I got up and walked to the food aisle. "What do you think you're doing? That's my food. Don't touch it." Delilah yells, running towards the food. "There are other people that have to eat too, Li." I tell her. "There are other food aisles, El." She says, and shoos me away. I pout, but walk to a different food aisle. I grab a bag of chips and walk back to my aisle. I sit down and eat. 5 minutes later, Harry decides to join me. "Well, hello Harry. How are you on this fine morning?" I ask him. "Noelle, it's noon. And I'm good." He replies. "Oh, well whatever. Noon, morning. I don't see a difference. Noon is always morning time for me." I tell him. He laughs and shakes his head. He then grabs my bag of chips and runs away. "What the fuck?!?! Harold!!! No. Those are my chips. Come back with those." I yell, and chase after him. We run throughout the whole store, and stop in the music aisle. I run up to him, and grab my chips. "How dare you take my food. I love food, and food loves me. I can't believe that you just did that." I yell at him. He just watches me in amusement. "You're cute when you're mad." He tells me. I blush, and look at the ground. He laughs, and grabs my hand. He then walks me back to the clothes aisle. "So, tell me about yourself, Noelle." He says. "Ok. Well, my name is Noelle Clover Brooks. My favorite color is purple. I love to read. My favorite thing in the world, as you know, is food. It's also Delilah's favorite thing in the world. She's practically hogging an aisle of food over there. Delilah and I are best friends. Siren is also our best friend, but Delilah and I are closer. We have been since we were 3. My weapon is a sword, because that's the weapon that I'm good at using. Same goes for Delilah. Before all this shit happened, we kept our swords in our closets. We did it incase an apocalypse were to ever happen. We didn't think one would actually happen, but it did. Siren is good at using rocks, as you can tell. I can tell that Liam probably thinks that's hot. But, whatever. Back to me. I'm 14. And I have a secret that I'm not ready to tell you yet." I tell him. Just as he's about to reply, a horde of those creatures enter the store. "Fuck. They always have to ruin everything. This is our home. And it's the best one that we've been to." I say. I get off the floor and grab my sword, along with my gun. Harry gets up, and runs to get his gun. "Harry. Get a weapon that doesn't make noise, while you're at it. And tell Liam to do the same. But, keep your guns too. You might need them." I yell to him. He nods and continues to run. I run towards the horde of zombies, slicing off head after head. "Leave us alone already, you fuckers. Can't we just be happy without you freaks ruining it? Ugh. I hate you creepy mofos." I scream at them, as I continue to slice off their heads. All of a sudden, one of them pushes me down. I drop my sword in the process. He gets on top of me, trying to get a bite out of my face. I try to grab my sword, but it's out of my reach. "Help. This fucker pushed me. First the pervert zombie, and now this one. Get him the fuck off." I scream. Delilah immediately runs over to help me. She stabs him in the head with her sword, and then helps me up. She started asking question after question. "Are you okay, Noelle? Did he bite you? Scratch you?" "Delilah, I'm fine. I didn't get scratched, and I sure as hell didn't get bitten." I reply. She says okay, and starts slicing off those creatures heads again. I do the same. But, there's too many. "Delilah. Get everybody else. Tell them that we're leaving. There's too many of these things." I yell to her. She nods and runs off. I continue to slice off the heads on these bitches. 5 minutes later, Delilah comes back with everyone... Except for my dad, Reef, and her parents. "Where's my dad? Where is he? Don't tell me that he... And what about Reef? And your parents?" I ask. Delilah just shakes her head. I almost cry, but I remember that I have to remain strong. And crying won't help with that. "Well, it was their time to go. Even though the way they were taken was cruel. But, we have to keep going. We have to find a new shelter. A new safety. So, come on everybody." I say to them, and lead the way out of the store. They follow. We walk for hours and hours, until Siren speaks up. "Hey guys. There's a prison over there. And I see people. Actual living, breathing people." She tells us. We look over to where she's pointing, and see that she's right. There's a prison, with gates surrounding it. And there are people in the yard, on the inside. Looks safe enough to me. Maybe they'll welcome us. Maybe they won't. But, I don't want to take any chances. So, we keep walking. We walk around that area, trying to see if we can find something else that isn't taken already. But... instead, we run into a horde of those ugly creatures. It's a very large horde. I don't know if we'll be able to survive this time. But, i will do whatever it takes to keep the rest of this group alive. I begin to kill the damn things, everybody else doing the same. Except Harry is using his gun. What the fuck?!?! That thing makes noise. He's going to attract more. "Harry. I thought I told you to get another weapon." I yell at him. "I didn't have time. The weapon aisle was filled with those creepy bastards. I couldn't get past them without using my gun." He yells back. I roll my eyes and start to help him. "You know Harry... You're still a horrible aim." I tell him. He just rolls his eyes, and continues to shoot them.

Delilahs P.O.V

I am ready to die. As weird as it could be. I am ready, this world already took the most important thing. My family. I closed my eyes and waited, waiting for them to sink their teeth into me. Then I heard a gunshot! Confused, I opened my eyes. I looked up to see a boy with a sheriffs hat? He's kinda cute..his eyes are really pretty. They were a bright blue. And he had longish brown hair. He looked about 14....you can't do this Delilah. You can't fall for a boy who's younger than you are? No you're not! "Um... Well, thanks for saving me." I said awkwardly. "Whats your name?" He asked harshly. "D-D-Delilah." I stuttered, as I moved slowly backwards. "What about them?" He asked rudely. "Whats it to you? You look like your gonna kill us anyway!" I spit back. He chuckled a bit. "I wasn't gonna kill you. I was planning on taking you back to my group." he paused. "If you want to come?" I exchanged looks with Noelle. "Sure. We will go." I said hesitantly. I walked behind him as he led everyone to his group. I was very hesitant. When we emerged from the woods, I stopped. I looked at him. "this is where you group is?" "Yeah..." he said, giving me a strange look. "Noelle, this is the prison we spotted." Me realizing that I never asked for his name, I asked "Kid, what's your name?" He was a bit hesitant "I'm... um. Carl, Carl Grimes." "nice name." I said, kind of quiet. We arrived at the prison. Carl walked forward and had them open the gate. Questions arose in my mind, like will they like us? Will they let us stay?

Noelle's POV

A guy with a crossbow walks towards us. "Who are these people, Carl? What are they doing here?" He says, aiming his crossbow at us. "I don't know. I found them in the woods. I saved that one right there from getting attacked. She's the only one that I know the name of. Her name is Delilah." He said, pointing at Delilah. "Well, who are the rest of you?" The guy with the crossbow asks. "I'm Noelle. These are my best friends, Delilah and Siren. That's my mom, Clara. And those two are Harry and Liam. And we were living at Walmart, but it got overrun. We don't mean any harm. We're just looking for a new place to stay. We were wondering if that place could be here? And before you say anything, you don't have to leave." I tell the man with the crossbow. He nods, but still aims his crossbow at us. "Rick. We have newcomers." He yells to some guy, who is now known as Rick. Rick runs over. Crossbow man explains our situation to him. He nods. "Daryl has told me about your situation. You were living in Walmart and it was overrun? Is that right?" He asks us. "Yes sir." I reply. "And you want to live here. Well, okay. You are all going to have to gain my trust. But, it might not take long. You all seem like good people. Now, who is your leader?" He asks. We all look at each other, because out of all of this chaos, we haven't thought about that. I'm the one who takes charge the most, though. I'm not as scared as everyone else. I can be strong when I have to be. I do my best to protect everyone. As I'm thinking this, everybody looks at me. "We haven't really thought about who our leader is, because of all of this chaos. But, I think our leader would have to be Noelle. She may be the youngest, but she is braver than all of us. She can be strong when she has to be. And she does her best to protect everyone." Delilah answers for everyone. I smile brightly at her answer. Rick nods and smiles. "Well, she seems like a good leader. She has a lot of the characteristic traits for a leader. That is just how a leader should be. Now, come inside." He says. We all walk inside, and he introduces us to everyone. "This is Hershel. That's Maggie, one of his daughters. That's Beth, his other daughter. That's Glenn, Maggie's boyfriend. That's Carol. That's my wife, Lori. And that's our son, Carl. And i heard that he saved your friend, Delilah. So, you should all know him." He tells us. We all smile, and nod. He then says that he has business to take care of, and he leaves. Well, it looks like the prison is going to be our new home.