Heart of an Inmate

Chapter 11

After working out a plan that was mediocre at best she climbed down. She hadn't been able to get her bag so she went into the house she had left her brother in to see if there was anything she could use as weapon. She quickly read the note. A time frame. She searched the house. She found knives in a drawer discolored with age but still sharp. In the smaller bedroom, she pulled down an old curtain rod that was just a bit taller than her but slid out into smaller poles. They weren't very sturdy but she'd have to make do.

She used the blinds chords to tie three knives around the tip of the rod. She'd probably lose this weapon the first time she used it but she hadn't found anything else.

After checking one last time she slipped out the back door and made her way across the road towards the wooded area that hadn't been developed for building. Now it never would be. She found herself wishing she had her bag since she had plenty of things in there to use as distractions. Well she didn't, but she had one more ace up her sleeve.

She grabbed a small stick that had a fairly sharp point. She leaned up against a tree searching for any signs of watchers from the camp. Before she could pocket her find she knew someone was behind her.

Negan realized at the last second sneaking up on Theresa might have been fun but he nearly got a damn wooden stick through the eye for his trouble. He had covered her mouth just like he had last time but it was pretty apparent this time she was quicker on the kill reflex. He dunked the wood in the eye and she seemed to realize it was him. Possibly by smell, he didn't know. The look on her face was as calm and unflappable as ever as she realized who it was.

"We have GOT to stop runnin' into each other like this or I'm gonna start thinking you're stalking me for some good ole dick."

Finally, she looked irritated and it thrilled him.

"Did they lock you up for doing something bad or to shut you up?"

"Probably a little bit of both. Tell me why you're out here."

"My brother was grabbed and ransom was demanded for him." She said.

"Which Michonne won't pay." He chuckled "So let me guess...you're going to storm the castle with your little stick and whatever the hell that thing with the knives is and rescue your little baby brother."

"Sounds right." She said turning her attention back to the general area of the camp.

"Ballsy. Stupid but Ballsy. Well, I am out of my cage so I might as well offer my services after which maybe we could get a little freaky deaky in the woods again."

Theresa spared him a glance but he couldn't tell if she was amused or not.

"Do you have any weapons?" She began to move forward carefully trying to keep from making too much noise.

"Kind of a stupid question considering where I'm kept ain't it?"

She started to put the stick in her pocket, hesitated, and slid it up her sleeve. She motioned " There's a camp about 45 feet out. Small. Looked like 5 or 6 people though I couldn't see everything."

She moved forward and he followed like a dog. Like a dog, he kept admiring how nicely her ass got cupped by her jeans with every step she took.

"How did you get that info?" Neegan said, getting his thoughts under control.

"I climbed a tree. I saw everything."

"How the hell did you...wait never mind. Ok, what's the plan?"

Theresa paused to look at him. For once he could read her face. She was hesitant t admit what she had come up with. Then she told him and it was the dumbest shit he'd ever heard in his life. Unfortunately, he didn't have any alternatives. He sighed and reminded himself that it didn't matter if he died today, tomorrow, or fifteen years from now. He kept his eye out and managed to procure a branch that was perfect for a temporary bat.