TW! this chapter has abuse described in italics. If you are uncomfortable reading, then please skip the italics!
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I groaned as I sat up, the pain in my leg shooting up through my body. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, finding myself in a cell. My eyes widened as I looked around, not finding my son. I jumped out of bed with a wince and ran out, finding people scattered around.
"Connor!?" I yelled.
"Mama, you're awake!" I heard beside me. Relief filled my body as I saw him. I crouched down and hugged him tightly. I checked him over for any wounds, finding a healing cut on his neck. My lip twitched with the thought.
"My boy." I sighed and kissed his forehead.
"We're at the prison with the good guys! Let me show you around!" Connor said excitedly. The pain in my leg was unbearable, but I'd do anything for Connor to make him happy.
"Not with that leg, young man, I'm sorry." An older man with white hair and a missing leg stated. "I'm Hershel. I fixed that leg of yours. I hope that's alright."
I looked down and found that most of my pant leg was cut off, showing my stitches and bruised skin. My cheeks reddened, and I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Right. Thank you." I said stiffly. Connor and Hershel lead me back to the cell I was in, sitting me down. Connor sat next to me as he leaned his head onto my shoulder.
"You're up. You've been out for three days. How are you feeling?" A man asked. He was one of the 'good guys' that Connor told me to save. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
"I'm as good as I should be for someone with an infected wound." I chuckled.
"I'm Rick. The man who you saved with me was Daryl. He's working on something right now, but he'll want to check up on you as well. We owe you our lives." Rick told me. I shook my head.
"No need. Thank my son. You owe me nothing." I said softly, rubbing Connors back. He smiled at me and nodded.
"Once your leg gets fixed up, we'll give you a tour of the place. You can decide whether you want to stay or not." Rick explained. I nodded and gave him a tight-lipped smile.
It took another two days before I was able to walk with no pain. It was uncomfortable but bearable. I met almost everyone in prison. It seemed like a nice place. A good place for Connor to grow up in. With friends his age and adults to watch over him when I'm able to go on runs. Connor convinced me to stay when he told me he made a 'new best friend.' A kid named Carl, Rick's son.
Connor was glued to my hip when I began to walk, too afraid for me to fall.
"Hey, Daryl," Connor said excitedly as he passed by. Daryl nodded at him and ruffled his hair. I was still wary of the people inside. They seemed nice, but some things are too good to be true.
