chatper 2~ Prison

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    I had been staying in a small cabin in the woods[b] I didn't know how close I was to the road. I put on my backpack and weapons belt; it had my daggers and pistol. I went out the back door and took out the first two walkers I saw. My family where all hunters, killing something for survival wasn't new. After about two miles I came to a shack. Inside there was aspirin and medical wrap. There was an old mirror I walked past where I caught a glimpse of myself. Ice blue eyes and long brown hair my side bangs where going out so I took my knife and cut them.

"Gorgeous!" I announce with a chuckle my hair was curly so it did what it wanted half the time. It was getting really late. I was ready to lay down without shelter and be eaten in my sleep. All of a sudden I came across a giant Prison. I would have kept going but I saw a man and a boy in the guard tower

           "Please help I'm not one of them help me!"

        I run up the yard and to the gate. "Let me in please!" The boy runs down the guard tower while the other man keeps his eyes on me. He lets me in.

            "Thank you, thank you" I say wrapping my arms around him then quickly releasing walking back accwordly. But hey I haven't seen any human life in 88 days.

            "Your welcome, the names Carl by the way" he says sticking out his hand.

            "Mines Eleanor" I say shaking his hand.

            "I'm going to need to take you to my dad, umm how old are you exactly?" Carl says pointing to his dad then looking back at me

            "I'm 15," I say fixing my hair "and you...?" I question.

            "15" he answers with a bit of a laugh. "Dad you coming?" He yells to his dad "you can call him Rick"

           "Ok" I answered.

            "Her names Eleanor dad" Carl says to Mick

"Nice to meet you , Eleanor" Rick says "I have three questions for you" he continued.

"Yes sir. " I nod my head.

            "How many walkers have you killed?"

           "To many to count"

           "How many people have you killed?"

           "One..." I say looking down.

            "Why?"

"She turned. My aunt, I didn't have a choice" I was tearing up and looking down I didn't want to seem weak.

"Thank you for the honesty, I'll consider but for now I'm going to lock you in a cell. Is that ok with you?"

           "Yes sir better then out in that horrible world."

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