Location: King Country Sherrif's Department.
Timeline: seven days before outbreak.
"My friends don't walk, they run.."
Imagine going through your daily life before suddenly waking up in your favorite TV series without any warning or reason. You can meet your favorite characters, help them, change things and maybe even find love along the way.
"Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun."
You become part of the main crew. Everyone likes you. Things go your way and somehow nothing bad ever happens to you. Sounds fun, right? Well, Nicole Cole thought so too. Until reality hit her.
"Popping, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium."
When she woke up, she was nowhere near the main cast. She didn't even know she was in her favorite TV series. She was just a homeless minor with no clue as to where she was.
"We paint white roses red,"
Then she stumbled upon none other than Carl Grimes hiding away at a park. She ended up comforting the boy about the whole 'Rick being in a coma' thing and Carl took to feeding her. That was their routine for two days before Shane showed up and hauled her off to the Sherrif's Department. Talk about being overprotective.
"Each shade from a different person's head."
She's been in detainment ever since considering her ID didn't exist in the world she was stuck in. Shane had the gall to imply that she was a pedophile or something too. He came by to interrogate her often and some of his methods were down right traumatizing, like locking her up in the questioning room for hours on end or threatening her. He couldn't go far considering she was just a minor and Lambert Kendal prevented him to. Shane definitely wasn't her favorite person at all.
"This dream, dream is a killer."
Kendal, on the other hand, was her favorite officer. He was actually looking for a lawyer for her and made sure she didn't go insane in her confinement. If they were aiming for the good cop and bad cop routine, it was definitely working. While Shane would be cold, Kendal would comfort her as she cried thinking it was because of Shane while in reality it was because she missed her old life.
"Getting drunk with a blue catterpillar."
It was nice having someone to comfort her in a foreign world. He owed her nothing. To him, she was just a detainee. Yet he did more for her than most people have ever done for her in her old life. For that she owed the man a lot.
"I'm peeling the skin off my face..."
Aside from that she really couldn't stand the stereotypical orange jumpsuit she was forced to wear. Nor could she stand the handcuffs she was forced to wear during the recreational activities she was allowed to attend. Don't get her started on the whole being caged by four walls thing or how uncomfortable her bed was.
"'Cause I hate being safe."
When she gets out of prison she already knew what she was going to do. She would get Rick back to Carl like she promised and then slap the heck out of Shane. Then she'd help Rick and the others. Not because of her chances of surviving being better or anything stupid like that, because let's be frank her chances of surviving wouldn't increase with Rick.
"The normals, they make me afraid."
She just wanted to help them. That's it. No ulterior motives. If you could prevent someone's death, wouldn't you do it? She would, not because it would benefit her or anything like that, but because it's the humane thing to do. The only ulterior motive she had was to piss off Shane.
"The crazies, they make me feel sane."
"Would you stop making a racket?"
Nicole smiled. "Think of the devil and he shall appear, eh?" She jokingly asked as she got up from her 'bed' and walked over to the bars that served as a wall between her and Shane. "What can I do for you today, Officer Broody?"
Shane narrowed her eyes at her. "It's been almost a month now."
"Really? I can't exactly tell time from here."
"It's about time you fess up."
"Fess up to what exactly?" Nicole asked tilting her head to the side in a curious manner, allowing her unkempt red hair to cover her green eyes a bit. She could almost imagine her mother scolding her for her choice to dye her hair like usual.
"You know what." Shane practically growled clenching his hands at the bars.
"Okay, fine." Nicole gave a mock sigh. "My birthday's in two months, I'll be eighteen."
Shane glared at her.
"So how's Carl?" Nicole conversationally asked.
"He's fine."
"And Lori? Have you confessed your undying love to her already?" Nicole grinned, not caring about how petty she was being.
In response Shane snaked his hands between the bars and grasped her by her jumpsuit's collar. He easily pulled her against the bars, making her let out a pained and surprised gasp. "Listen up Nicole or whatever your real name is, keep your nose out of my life or I'll-"
"You'll what?" Another voice cut in.
Nicole sighed in relief as Shane released her before sending a grateful smile to her savior. "Lambert!" She raised her hand in a wave. "Just in time like always." Not that she expected differently.
"Lambert." Shane acknowledged. "Defending her again?"
"Someone has to considering how unprofessional you're being towards her. You do know Nicole can tell a lawyer and get you fired, right? Until she's proven as anything but innocent you're not allowed to do more than interrogate her."
Nicole nodded in agreement. "See? I have rights."
In response Shane briskly walked away.
Nicole's smile dropped. "Rick's not getting better, huh?"
Lambert sighed. "I'm truly sorry that Shane is taking it out on you."
Nicole shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I can take Shane's dickery."
Lambert snorted in amusement as he inserted a key to the keyhole that kept her locked up. "Today's basketball day." He informed her.
"Yes!" Nicole cheered. "Way better than baseball." She added knowing that baseball was Lambert's favorite sport.
Lambert rolled his eyes at her. "I don't get how you can be so cheerful."
"It's better than brooding like Shane does." Nicole pointed out holding her hands out so that Lambert could handcuff her.