I hear voices but cannot make out what they were saying. My head was pounding and I knew I wasn't in the dirt anymore, I was sore all over and my ears were still ringing. After my hearing cleared up, I opened my eyes. It was all a big blur but after a few moments it all cleared up to where I could see the crowd around me. I was in a medical room, not like a doctor's office but a room filled with medicines and limb wraps. I try to sit up but fall right back down in pain and regret. My whole body was aching and after moving it hurts even worse then it did before.
An older man with white hair approaches me "I'd be careful not to move around too much, you fell pretty badly back there."
I nod and the old man smiles.
"I'm Hershel, and our friend Carol here took you in when she found you lying there like jelly. You're pretty lucky she got to you before the walkers could."
I look up at the woman who helped me, Carol. I open my mouth and attempt to thank her but nothing comes out, luckily she gets the hint and tells me it was no problem. Hershel grabs some limb wraps and walks to my ankle.
"This might hurt a bit, you seemed to have sprained it." He tells me before wrapping my ankle.
I bite down on my lower lip, hard. The pain was so aweful I thought I could scream, but I couldn't since my voice was completely lost. Carol takes my hand and I squeeze it. Hershel finally is finished and grabs some crutches and hands them to me.
"You're gonna have to walk sometime soon, your body is really stiff from lying here for so long. Here, try to walk with them." He tells me.
I take a deep breathe in before quickly sitting up. I nearly burst into tears it hurt so much to move but I had to deal with it. I swung my legs over and situated my crutches. I put down one foot on the ground and stood, it took every atom in me not to scream from the unbearable pain that coursed through my body. I hopped forward using my crutches and walked in circles to get the hang of things. Finally after a few moments I got the hang of it and walked out of the medical room with Hershel and Carol. Carol lead me to a larger room full of people that were from their group, I looked at the man sitting down on the steps who looked like he'd be the leader of the group, I was right.
"She's doing alright now?" The man asked.
"Yes, she's fine." Carol replies.
The man nods and gestures me by the steps where he was sitting. I nod and walk with him to them.
"I just gotta few questions for ya." He tells me and I nod.
"How many walkers have you killed?" He asks.
I pause to think back at each time I've killed a walker. Then my mind goes straight to the only time I ever had killed one, my brother, and the walker that bit my brother.
"Two." I reply but is barely audible.
"How many people have you killed?" He asks.
"None." I tell him
"Why?"
"Because we're survivors and it's survivors against walkers and survivors stick together." I reply loud and clear this time, my voice must be back.
He nods and shakes my hand "I'm Rick, welcome to the group."
"I'm Cassandra, but call me Cass. Thank you." I smile
"I'll be sure to show you around the prison, but first you gotta meet everyone." He smiled and leads me towards the middle of the room and all eyes face me.
"Everyone, this is Cassandra, she is new to our group. Please make her feel welcome." Rick tells them and they all nod.
"And also call me Cass." I say.
Rick looks around the room and concern takes over.
"Where's Carl?" He asks
Who?
"I'm not sure, outside on watch I think. Beth and Daryl are out too." Carol tells him.
Wait, Beth? Daryl? My best friend's name was Beth. My father's name was Daryl, he left my mom when I was born, fifteen years later here I am. I only have the video clips from the hospital that mother had, used to have. I go around and meet everyone, almost everyone. I never met Carl, Beth, or Daryl. I was talking to Maggie who was telling me about how things work around the prison.
"Could you give me a tour?" I suddenly asked.
She nodded and showed me around the indoors of the place before we stepped outside.
"These towers here, are watch towers. We use them to keep a look out for trouble." She points up at the tall towers around us. I nod.
We continue walking and stop by the fences, where Glenn and Carol were killing off walkers with an iron stick of some sort.
"These are the fences that keep walkers from coming in, we have to kill off a few now since more and more come each day." She sighs.
We continue walking off to a big red and smaller grey gate.
"These are the gates, we use this rope here to open and close them when we go on runs in the city." She points at the ropes aside and I nod in understanding.
She points further out into a field, where I see a small creek "That's where we wash up."
And finally, she points to the last parts of the prison, the garden, where I see a boy who looked to be around my age working.
"And that's the garden, where Rick and Carl, his son, work." She tells me and I nod.
She turns around and starts walking back to the gates where Glenn and Carol were working on the other side of the prison, and I'm left to wonder. I turn around but didn't notice that one of my crutches were caught in the fence. I knew it was too late now so I take the painful fall. I fly forward and my ankle hits the fence, hard. Then hits the ground in an abnormal position, I must of sprained it bad. At first I couldn't feel a thing but it all hit me like a punch in the nose, my head hit the ground hard making my head pound and soon enough my ankle was throbbing. I scream to get Maggie's attention but she doesn't hear me, she's too far away. I lay there, waiting for someone to help me. I rise my head and look at where my head hit. I look at the bloody rock my head was just lying on, I busted my head. I feel the liquid streaming down my cheeks, or were those tears? I wasn't sure. It was all a blur all over again. I try to scream louder but nothing comes out. Then his name pops into my head, 'Carl'. I look to my right to see that he is only a few yards away from me, not far at all. I gathered all I had left to scream his name.
"Carl!!" I yelled as loud as I possibly could, and he heard me.
He looks up and looks around until he sees me, he must of saw how bad I was because his eyes were the size of saucers. He dropped everything and came racing towards me. He approached me and lifted me up, not bothering to ask if I was okay which would have been stupid to ask, clearly I wasn't. He runs into the prison and yells for his father and Hershel, they both come running towards us and Rick takes me from him. Rick runs me down to Hershel's medical room with Carl and Hershel close behind. Rick lays me down on the small bed and steps beside Carl so Hershel can do his work, Hershel grabs bandages, peroxide, and a few more things for my wound. I look over at Carl, who looked like he'd seen a ghost. He was pale and breathing heavily, his eyes were still wide and confused. I looked at his features, his beautiful icy blue eyes, much like mine. His long dark hair and dirtied face converted in sweat. He looked like he has been working in the garden all day. He looks back at me, it seemed as he was doing the same as I was, eyeing my features. Soon, it all went blury and I couldn't hear Hershel yelling for me to stay awake. My eyes close, and it all goes black all over again.
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