The Walking~ Walking Dead FF

Chapter Three: Bella

Cameron's POV

I lay on the bottom bunk of my bed, looking at nothing while thinking of everything.

'I wonder what's gonna happen to us. I mean, this prison is pretty safe and all, but there's always someone or something that will stop at nothing to take it, or take it down. The 'something' in this matter, are Walkers.'

"Hey."

I ignore the person, and continue acting like I have better things to do.

"Hey?"

I continue staring at the top bunk.

"What is your problem with me?" He asks, agitated.

This time, I sigh and try to sit up.

But of course being me, I hit the top bunk.

"Ow! Damn that hurts!"

Carl comes over to me, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Y-you okay?" I hold my head and watch him as he fails to suppress his laughter.

"Hey! Laughing about it is kind of mean!" I give him a pouty-face.

"Okay. I-I'm sorry." He laughs a little more.

"But, really, why don't you like me?"

My face suddenly turns serious.

"No reason."

"So you don't like me?"

I sigh. "It's not that I DON'T like you. I mean, I have nothing against you personally. It's just, when I first saw you, I had a gut feeling I shouldn't trust you. I tend to follow my gut these days."

He has a little pained look in his eyes, but it vanishes as quickly as it came. I must've imagined it.

"Let's start over then." He holds out his hand to me. "I'm Carl Grimes. I'm fourteen."

I hesitantly take his hand and shake it.

"I'm Cameron Blake. Thirteen."

He smiles before furrowing his eyebrows. "Cameron? Why did your parents name you Cameron?"

I immediately get defensive. "Why do you ask? Something wrong with my name?"

He smiles. "No, I'm joking. It's actually a cool name. But, well, do you have a nickname?"

"Why?"

"Another boy's named Cameron. It'll get pretty confusing if we call both of you Cameron."

I shake my head. "No, I don't really have a nickname."

He raises one eyebrow. "You don't really?"

I hesitate. "Well, my favorite aunt's name was Bella, but she died when I was seven. I'm literally a splitting image of her so everyone called me Bella before she died, but it became too painful after."

He nods his head. "Bella. I like it."

I smirk. "So is my name Bella now?"

He nods his head. "Of course, I said so didn't I?"

I laugh a little. "You're very arrogant Carl."

"Yup."

"So, who's after this place?" I ask curiously.

He sits down on the bed and I shift over a little. "What do you mean?"

I sigh. "Do I have to spell it out for you? In this world, everyone's after someplace to stay. We got a pretty good place here, so I wanna know who's after it. There has to be someone."

"Uh..." He scratches the back of his head and averts his eyes.

"This man who calls himself the governor. He's attacked us as a group and some of us individually. He's, he's horrible. Words can't even describe him."

I nod my head.

"Okay, so governor, bad man, stay away. Right?" I ask him, trying to crack a joke.

He breaks into a soft smile. "Yeah. So I guess this means we're friends than, huh Bella?"

I smile back. "Yeah, I guess it does."