Follow You Into The Dark - Shane Walsh [ the walking dead ]

Chapter Nine

Amy, Crystal and i jumped on the car and i drove to the quarry. They kept talking about stuff they liked when the world was normal as i stayed silent. I didn't know what to say or even think. I was so confused bout the mixed signals Shane was throwing at me that i was starting to get frustrated. Was he trying to keep me safe and be friendly or was he trying to get inside my pants? I parked the car in the same place i did this morning and we all got out. I was the first one on taking my clothes off, putting the knife on the rocks in arms reach.

" Is it cold? " Crystal asks as she stands in her underwear with Amy and i close to the water. I grabbed the shampoo and i walked inside the water. The water was cold, but the heat of my body and the Georgia sun made the cold water bearable. I stopped once the water reached the top of my chest.

" A little bit " I turned around to look at the girls who eyed me with open eyes. I turned around and i grabbed the tip of my nose so i wouldn't get water on it and i submerged, wetting my hair. I came up a few seconds later and i saw the two blonde girls already entering the water carefully. I shake my head as i put shampoo in my hand and washed my hair. Once i was finished taking the shower i get out, feeling the sun touch my skin again, goosebumps arising . I walk back to the jeep and get inside, changing underwear. I put a pair of black jeans, socks, and my boots and go back out, grabbing the knife on the rocks.

" What happened to your side? " Amy asks, as she dries herself with a towel. I give her a sympathetic smile as i try to get rid of the water in my hair.

" Accident back a few years ago " I try not to touch the scar i have on my left side of the ribs. Just by touching i could relive the pain, vivid images from the past swerving in front of my eyes, i shoved it away to the back of my mind, i just couldn't touch it.

" Seems serious" Amy says concerned.

" It was " Crystal says, drying herself. I breathe through my nose, i knew that Amy was going to be curious , and Crystal had no filter . I know she wasn't being mean , but i still didn't like to talk about my past to people , no matter who they were .

" I got stabbed by my ex-boyfriend" I shrug " I was dead for two minutes "

" Oh my god " Amy gasps

I grab the white shirt i had on my back pocket of the black jeans and i cover myself.

" No biggy, it's all in the past now "

Amy nods and goes back inside the car so she could change clothes. Crystal stays, brushing her hair.

" How was with Shane? " She asks

" To be honest i don't know, he's giving me mixed signs " I wave the conversation off.

Amy gets out and Crystal takes her place. I look around just in case someone or something was out there but nothing, the place was calm.

" So we take a shower in the same place we get our fish and water " I look at her with a disgusted face.

" What i would do for clean water to take a shower " She whines and i nod in agreement.

Once Crystal is done i drive back to the camp. I decide to go and be with mom for a little bit as im not with her for quite sometime , unfortunately, Shane is there cleaning his shotgun.

" Look who's back, how was the shower? " Mom asks, tapping the log of wood so i would join her.

" It was good " I nod.

" Sit down, im going to braid your hair " She points at the ground.

" Mom, im not twelve anymore " I whine

" I know, now sit " She waits for me but i stay on my place looking at her " Now, or im going to pull you down by your hair "

" That's child abuse " I slump in the middle of her legs, crossing mine in front of me.

" Lucky for you we have two cops " Mom chuckles, causing Shane to look up at us with a smirk on his face.

" I don't think that would be the reason to arrest Ashley, " He says, amused.

" I don't think so either " Mom joins and i gasp, she starts to braid a section of my hair.

" Excuse me, im the victim here. Why would i be arrested? " I ask.

" I don't know, Shane any idea? " She asks

" I have a few " He looks at me with hungry eyes and i feel uncomfortable, not because of his look but because im currently in the presence of my mom.

" Care to share? " Mom asks and he joins once again on the conversation, somehow happy to torture me .

" Let's see '' He pretends to think about something , a cheeky smile on his face '' She doesn't listen to autorathy , that's for sure something she would get arrested for " He comments as he brushed the gun.

" Freedom of speach was something we had back in the day '' I shrug with a smirk on my lips '' You got some dirt on the rib '' He looks at me with an eyebrow raised, as i pointed at the shotgun he was cleaning, looking back at the shotgun on his hands , he notices the rib isn't clean , and so he brushes it .

" Don't mind her , her dad taught her everything about guns" Mom talks " She's a little bit obsessed by them, isn't that right " Mom pulls my hair a bit and i roll my eyes.

The topic of my father wasn't something i liked to speak about.

" Any other thing? " Shane asks, not noticing my change of mood. I looked at the ground as i ear mom speak about him.

" Hunting , fighting. Obviously " Sarcasm spills out of her mouth " She was supposed to go to the army once she turned eighteen, but she never did "

" How old are you now? " Shane asks, calling my attention.

" Twenty two " I say, dismissing the conversation quickly. He nods and looks back at my mom.

" She was always a tomboy back in the day, broke her nose playing football " Mom finishes the other braid, grabbing my hair and tying it on a ponytail. Shane chuckles " Broke two fingers while riding a skateboard, what else? " Mom puts her hands on my shoulders, waiting for me to continue. I roll my eyes.

" Broke my left arm while skating, big cut on my chin from playing basketball " I play with the grass on the ground.

" I think i could put you in for a couple of days, you were a danger towards yourself " Shane jokes, making both laugh.

" Indeed i was " I nod in approval. " I'm going to rest for a bit " I say , getting up from the ground, kissing my mom's cheek as i walk away towards my tent.

" She always stays like this when the topic of conversation is her father " My mom says to Shane.

I fall on top of my sleeping bag and i turn on my side, taking the knife i had in my pocket, i look at it as i try to sleep for a bit. The memory of my father constantly playing in my head.