Solitude -> The Walking Dead

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We had dragged the man, Morgan, into the building that he had been living in. It was Rick's decision to do so. Apparently, Morgan was the first person he saw after waking up from his coma.

Rick's conscience would never allow him to refuse a friend in need, even if that friend shot at him and put booby traps around. Morgan was clearly unstable but Rick didn't seem to look at it that way.

I didn't care about Morgan, only about the many weapons he had in his possession. As soon as we put him down, we started packing things up. We needed all of this if we were going to survive the upcoming war.

"No. We're gonna wait for him to wake up. Make sure he's okay."

"You can't be serious. Rick, he tried to kill us. And we're supposed to shower him with kindness?"

I glared at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Morgan is a threat and should be treated like one. If we lower our defenses, he could use it against us.

"He told us to go. He didn't know who we were." Rick tried to justify his old friend's actions.

An annoyed sigh left my lips as I sat down on one of the chairs in his flat. It was a cozy place to settle in for a lone wolf.

And it was armed enough for him to take down whoever crossed his path.

"He tried to kill us and we didn't leave him for the walkers. He's had a good day. He doesn't need half of these guns, we do." Michonne argued.

It felt refreshing to have someone on my side. Although people listen to me more than they did before, they still think I'm not thinking clearly. Just because my opinion isn't always a moral one.

"We're waiting for him to wake up. That's it." Rick said.

Unlike Michonne, I knew it was best not to argue with him. I'm aware of the irony of that statement, trust me.

Rick will only listen up to a point. Everything after that is pointless because he will have already made up his mind.

"Have you taken a look around this place? The axe, the spikes, the wall." Michonne commented.

His entire house looked like something out of a horror movie. But then again, this whole world was one giant horror. Who wouldn't succumb to it?

"You think he's crazy?"

"No. I think he's dangerous."

A heavy sigh left my lips at their argument. Despite Rick's claims that he knew the man, Morgan whoever, it was clear that this wasn't the same man from before. People change, especially in this world.

"We're gonna wait for him to wake up." Rick stated.

I got up from the chair and went straight for the door. If I wanted to, I could've slipped away before Rick could catch up to me. I was fast enough to do it. I just didn't have the strength to.

As I exited the building, his footsteps followed waiting for an explanation. It was comforting that he knew that I'd give one. I turned to face him only to frown at the wariness on his face.

He looked as if though he was waiting for me to snap in half and yell at him. That look on his face has been present ever since we left the prison. I've been ignoring it, choosing to believe that it'll go away.