The Girl Inside

Chapter 11

I woke up excited. It would be the first day that i was going on a supply run with Chandler, by ourselves. Ofcourse we had the expected stern briefing with Rick last night, telling us to be safe, bring lots of amunition, Chandler's walkie talkie if we couldn't get back for some reason etc. Despite that though, my mood remains untanited by Ricks anxiousness as i swiftly pulled on clothes.

I packed my small rucksack full of my essentials, my gun( which i had been properly taught how to use,) my knife, a torch, a pin (for picking locks) my reading book and alot of food. I know that obviously i dont eat normal food, but i also know that it wouldn't have even crossed Chandler's mind to bring food and if we get trapped, he would need it. My reading book though? I don't like to be bored.

I slapped on my cover up, cleaned my contacts in a bucket of water and put them on too. I know that normally you have to clean contacts in a special solution, but no matter how hard i looked i couldn't find any in the prison, which is weird because you can't wear dirty contacts right? So i clean them in water because as a rotter- it doesn't agitate my eyes.

It was when i was making my bed that a bit of blood trickled from my nose, which i didn't notice at first. i brushed it off, not even thinking about it, or about the fact that zombies don't get nose bleeds. i just went off to go find Chandler.

He met me at the prison gates, sarcastically tapping his foot and looking constantly at his imaginary watch. He tilted his head at me, as if saying could you have been any slower? But more ready than i would ever be, we walked out of the prison gates with them clanging quickly shut behind us.

He gave me a scrappy piece of paper where he had draw a rough drawing of the neighbourhood that we were checking out that day. He had shaded in the houses whcih had been stripped of resources on other runs ,circling the ones that Rick suggested we made a priority to check out as they were big, and presumedly held alot of food or maybe even amunition.

It was an hour and a half walk, where we only stopped for a couple minutes to take down three walkers whcih had looked like they were carrying useful objects. Chandler was right, we got a couple cans of soup, some rope and a new book for me- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Obviously they didn't like to be bored aswell.

The walk wasn't bad, mostly flat and i didn't get tired ofcourse, but the scenery wasn't all that- just endless deserted houses and campsites.

We arrived at the neighbourhood at 9:30am. There was a few walkers shuffling about, but not so many that i thought Chandler and i wouldn't be able to handle them. We found the first house circled-a beautiful, big, minty green one with a porch and a rocking chair outside. It was the sort of house i fantasised about when i was younger, a perfect house where my family and i could grow up.

We waited on each side of the front door, as Chandler knocked his gun against the door twice, so any zombies in there would come out of where ever they were hiding.

We were alone.

Luckily, the door was unlocked, so we crept in quietly and carefully checking every hiding place and looking for anything suspicious.

"Clear" i heard Chandler call from the kitchen, which i then repeated clearly as i exited the dining and living room. I tiptoed upstairs, glad that my heart was no longer beating as I'm sure it would have been heard by walkers from a mile away. I came to a door, with something roughly chalked into it.

"Got my shoe but didn't get me" i read allowed.

I jumped, as Chandler had crept up behind me and had made an agreeing 'hmm' with his pursed lips.He chuckled, going into the bathroom to check it was clear as well.

"Jesus Chandler" i called after him.

His chuckle echoed after me.

We both then walked back downstairs into the kitchen, scouting for food. It was fantastic, there was a surprisingly good amount of canned fruit, beans, packets of dried pasta and jars of pickled goodies. Chandler gasped, and i turned to see him on top of the counter, where he was reaching for something big on the top shelf of the cupboards...

We continued to sit there for half any hour, me reading my book with Chandler sat beside me, eating a whole tub of chocolate pudding, all 112 ounces of it.

Chandler got up to get a bottle of water, but stood standing in front of the window, completely still.

"Luna" he whispered, "we've got company."

I looked outside.

I jammed my hand over my mouth, to stop me from screaming. My hand tightened over the edge of the sink, which made my knuckles go white.

"Whats wrong?" Chandler whispered urgently.

"Its-its my group" i stammered. "The ones i left, the ones which tried to kill me" My breath came in panicky gasps as i struggled to comprehend what i had seen, and what would happen.

"They will kill me if they see me, and they will kill you too" i said to Chandler, my eyes bold with fear.