"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carri...
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How long had it been? How long had I been here at the Sanctuary? I wasn't sure if it had been days, weeks, or months. Every day seemed to blur into the next and this place still didn't feel right. I hated the feeling that I would never return home. I hated Negan for bringing me here. I hated myself for getting put in this situation in the first place. And most of all I hated this garden.
The monotonousness of coming to the garden everyday and pulling weeds and planting seeds was enough to drive me insane. Don't get me wrong, it was better than being locked up in that god awful cell, but I didn't possess a green thumb. I liked the solitude it provided me since I mostly worked alone, save for Debbie and Sarah. Debbie was an older woman with sun kissed hair from being outside most of her life, she had gentle green eyes and a sweet face. She showed me how to do the gardening basics and then left me to my own devices. Sarah was a little older than me, probably in her mid 30s, she had brown hair and a plain face. She reminded me of Pam from The Office. She was quiet, but nice. She mostly kept to herself and her plants.
Most of my days were spent in my own head, aside from when I would make my way to the kitchens. Nate was almost always there food prepping, and I was allowed to come and chat with him while he worked. He was the only person I'd met at the Sanctuary I felt I could talk to. He listened, but he also would chime in with his own stories. He was originally from New York, but he and his group managed to get out of the city before it was completely overrun. His group was killed off one by one until he was the only one left. The Saviors found him hiding out in an abandoned post office and brought him to the Sanctuary.
"I was placed in the kitchens because they were short on people capable and fast enough to help prep all the food. I'm not great at it, but I'm fast enough I guess." Nate told me when I asked him about how they decided on where he was to work. "It seems as if they just place you where they need you, not where you're going to be the most helpful. I for one, loathe gardening. I've never been good at it, I'd be a much bigger hell in the kitchens if you ask me." I told him. "Oh yeah? Were you a chef before?" Nate asked while poorly chopping up an onion.
"No. I worked at a bank." I said, reaching into the recesses of my mind to the memories I had of being a banker. I didn't miss it. "But I went to school for culinary, most of my spare time was spent watching reality cooking shows and experimenting with recipes." I smiled.
"Really? Well maybe you could ask to be moved from the gardens to the kitchens?" Nate suggested. "Pff." I huffed, "No way Negan's going to let me cook food for him and his people." I said, crossing my arms, "He'd think I'd try and poison everyone, including him." I replied. "Well, would you?" Nate asked, half kidding. "Not everyone." I smiled at him crookedly.
"Is there like a library or something around here where I can pass some time? I don't have anything in my room except for twiddling my thumbs." I asked Nate. "Well, no. But there's a repository downstairs that has lots of different items for sale. You may be able to find something in there that will help you pass the time. Go check it out." Nate told me. That peaked my interest, I wasn't sure how many points I had so far, but I was only using them for food and water, trying my best to work up enough to be able to have at least two full meals a day.
