Chapter 7

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this chapter is just going to be a normal day at the prison. Nothing exciting :/

OR IS IT?????

I woke up bleary eyed and sat up, stretching whilst a loud yawn espcaped my lips. I looked over at the little clock Daryl had given me from a run which he had gone on a couple days ago. 6:10 am. I smiled and jumped out of bed-rushing to put my clothes. I absolutely loved it when i managed to wake up early because it meant i could climb up on top of the cell block roof and watch the sun rise.

I stuffed my pistol into my jumper pocket and hurried to the stairwell. It was a beautiful day. I dont think i had really appreciated the views until i had turned half zombie. And with the world turning bat shit insane, i know that the others at the camp had come to appreciate it to. Sometimes when i go up onto the roof, i see Maggie and Glenn sitting together on another roof top, like today. I like to think thats where they always have their deep, meaningful conversations together because they always look happy after, so i never disturb them. They are some of the few that have fully come to terms with what i am. They spot me and wave happily, so i wave back and sit down.

 I sit for twenty minutes watching the sun rise, making up scenarios in my head which i know will never really come true. However because i am the heroic fighter in most of these scenarios, i chuckle quietly to me self and continue to make these up everyday when i am alone with my thoughts. When the sun comes up it is like the tree tops in the distance are on fire.  

At quater to seven i go down into the 'dining room' where i read my book, alone. Of course i dont eat, but just to fit in a little better i sit there anyway.

Most of the possessions i have, have been given to me from runs. I went on a run once which i thought went pretty well, but i havent been asked on one since. So i dont know what the heck happened.

Rick has this neat timetable of what everyone does everyday outside his cell block. Everyone who was here before me virtually knows their timetable off by heart, but as im new- i dont. Rick has made sure that i am with someone mostly throught out the day because he still thinks im not completely unsafe, which means that i just sit in awkward silence most days. Maggiea and Carol always talk to me, but people like T-dog, Lori, Merle and Sasha are always a little hesitant, especially Lori. I think she thinks im going to come eat her, Judith her baby and Chandler in the middle of the night, as i overheard her and Rick whispering urgently at each other one night.

"Shes not safe Rick."

"Shes not, no, but i trust her not to rip us all to shreds."

"Jesus Rick arent you listening to me? Shes a zombie and you know it. I dont want her near Judith or Chandler you got me? I dont want her near our cells at all."

That argument carried on for quite a while, let me tell you..

However today i am on  watch with Chandler who even though seems frosty just like bloody mother, i think after a while sat with him seems okay.

When i went up to the the tower he was already there, his legs swinging wildly over the edge- only being held back by the metal pole running all the way around the tower. He looked around, nodded his head curtly at me then turned back. I rolled my eyes and sat down.

"So..How are you Chandler?" i said brightly.

"Fine. you?" he answered.

Oh just fabulous" i said sarcastically.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit you know," he said.

"Yeah okay" i said. I mimed strangling him and growled silently behing his back.

"Made any friends yet?" he said.

"yes, your mother seems delightful" i replied.

"look shes just looking out for me and my sister. Once you've been around for a while she will be fine. Maybe you could try and be a bit-"

He was interrupted by the sudden crackle of his walky talky. He put it to his ear and listened to whatever someone was saying, i waited, patiently. Suddenly he jumped up onto his feet and picked up his gun quickly. And then quite as suddenly as he had jumped up he was running down the stairwell in the tower, repeatedly saying fuck.

"Luna one of those fucking  fences has just been pushed down my walkers so the east side of the prison is crawling with them. Come on we've got to go help!" he shouted.

I still dont know how to use the pistol the gave me properly.

   

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