Silent Fighter- ENGLISH VERSION

New beginnings

Jodie was scared up from her cot. That day had changed her life. The Apocalypse itself had already turned her life completely upside down, but she was still with her family at the time, with her mom. And with that one word, with this one night, this changed too. It's been the three days since she came to this prison.

It was weird sleeping in a cell, but also kind of comforting, a little more privacy. She stood up and washed her face at the little sink in her cell, and then she combed her hair and looked in the stained mirror. Her face was still the same, long reddish-brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. She had to be fourteen by now. She still remembered the time just before the apocalypse, when she had last looked in the mirror. At that time, she really seemed like a little girl who was slowly becoming an adult woman. Now she seemed so much older, so much harder and more serious. But compared to the current situation, her problems seemed almost to be a joke.

There was a knock on her cell door. Cole came in reluctantly, smiling shyly, "Hey, you all right? ", he asked.

She nodded in silence.

"You're up early," Cole and Jodie looked at him.

So are you. Jodie didn't talk with her mouth, only with her eyes and her thoughts.

"How did you sleep? Okay? "

She nodded, silent again.

"I found the library, so you might find something interesting to read." She smiled. Cole. He always wanted to cheer her up, and he often managed to do so in his own positive and tireless way.

„Or you can play with the other kids "Jodie nodded, but didn't look at him, playing with other children wasn't her thing. It wasn't then, and it wasn't now, she had lost the childish ease a long time ago that would have made it easier for her to befriend others.

"And Carol asked if you could help her in the kitchen or with the baby they have," Cole continued.

Jodie nodded. Actually, she would have preferred to help with the guns or go out into the woods, but she only came here a few days ago, and she wanted to get to know all the work around here, get to know the people and not made a bad impression at the beginning. So, she nodded again almost involuntarily.

"Come on, I'll take you to her."

She followed Cole down to the prison kitchen, where Carol, a woman with short mouse-grey hair, wiped and dried pots with a few other women and cooked a soup at the same time. When she saw Cole and Jodie, she came up to them with a questioning look on her face.

„This is Jodie, who wanted to give you a hand if still you needed help," Cole introduced her. Carol nodded with an understanding look and smiled friendly to Jodie, who was reluctant to smile back.

„Jodie, you can help the others wash the pots, and after that you can help hand out the soup outside," she immediately included her in a very warm, friendly way and Jodie nodded. When she walked past her, she saw Cole whispering something to Carol, probably letting her know that Jodie wouldn't talk. Just like he did with everyone who got to know Jodie for the first time and when he thought she wasn't listening. Instead, she looked at the mountain of pots and pans piled up in front of her and the sink. Sighing, she rolled up her sleeves and started working.

It was about noon when the soup was ready and Jodie was outside with Carol and some other woman named Sarah handing out the soup to the other residents. Jodie stopped even paying attention to who she was handing it out to. Which is why she looked up a little surprised when a shadow shove itself in front of the sun that was shining in her face all the time. She blinked and recognized Daryl, who had found her in the woods, Daryl, the hunter. Daryl, who didn't say much and seemed pretty grumpy and dangerous.