I'm super excited that Dakota is back! I hope you enjoy and leave reviews so I know what I can improve on!
I wake up and the sun is seeping through my window. That's odd. Usually I wake up in the middle of the night or early in the morning because of nightmares but this wasn't the case. Maybe I should be shot more often.
I'm alone in the room but a plate of canned peaches sits on the bed side table. I pull down my shirt low enough to see the bullet hole. I whence just looking at it. I look away and eat the peaches.
I've been in this room for a long time, I've been in Alexandria for a long time but I struggle to call it home. It's too good to be true. I was still unsafe no matter what. The walls just distracted the idea of getting hurt. We are never safe.
Glenn walks into the room looking anxious. He puts his hand through his hair and looks around. He looks like he is looking for something.
"Hi Glenn," I say quietly.
He turns around, "Hi Dakota."
"I feel better, can I get up?" I bite my lip hoping for a good answer.
"I can't, you can't not yet. You're still recovering," he sounds worried. He looks for awhile longer until he sighs in relief picking up a pocket watch from the ground. He holds it in his hands and studies it.
"I can't stay here, I'm okay," I beg.
"What if you decide to go out side the walls again," he raises his voice, "you can't get hurt anymore."
"It's not your fault that I got hurt," I say. He doesn't look at me, "I need to get my strength back, please!"
Maggie walks into the room. I've talked to her a little since I've been stuck in here.
"It's about time she gets up hun," she says to Glenn.
He rushes past her out of the room.
"What happened that night?" I ask.
"Alexandria isn't the same, it changed," she looks around nervously.
"Who died?" I frown. I could tell something wasn't right.
"Pete, and Deanna's husband."
I long pause separates us.
"Can I leave?" I ask, "I can't stay here forever."
She takes a minute before answering. "Alright, be careful," she warns.
She helps me get up. It takes me awhile to stand but I finally do. My legs feel like jello but after awhile I feel sturdy again. I get on my clothes and leave the room I've been trap in.
Fresh air, finally.
As I slowly walk around, people turn their heads to look at me. I wave at Carol who is talking to Daryl. She gives a harsh glare back. I see Rick, he has healing cuts all over his face. He walks around with a gun clearly poking out of his belt. Alexandria prohibited guns, he was going to get caught and get us in trouble.
"Rick," I wave him over. He runs up to me.
"What's wrong?" He asks, "Is your shoulder okay?"
"It's fine, you have a gun and everyone can see it. I don't want to get in trouble with Deanna."
He stops to laugh, "The rules aren't the same anymore." He acts as if I was suppose to know that.
"I'm sorry, I was in that room for awhile and," I began but he stops me.
"Don't be sorry," he says. He hands me a small revolver. I hesitate to take it. He looks at me then says, "Everyone is armed for now on okay?"
"Okay," I questioned if this is good or bad.
"If you need help with it, some people are teaching a target practice. You can go if you want..."
"I know how to use a gun," I stop him.
"Well, alright."
He walks away, tucking his shirt in a little tighter so the gun he has is even more exposed.
I feel the gun in my hands for awhile. I touch the cool metal. It's kinda heavy, it's fully loaded I guess. I turn on the safety just in case. I haven't held a gun since the gas station. I feel a little rage build up inside me thinking about how those people just took it away from me. I stop and notice I was clenching my fists and digging my nails into my palm. I'm disgusted at Rick. These people aren't just going to adjust so easily to this world. I'm worry about them, they aren't used to this.
I walk around for a long time, looking at the once peaceful place, it is changed. I look at the faces that were once full of so much hope, but are now broken. I start to get anxious. I need to take a break. I know I shouldn't go outside the walls, I'm still hurt and Glenn would never forgive me if I left again but I need fresh air. I need peace.
I fast walk to the front where the gate is to see if anyone is guarding the fence, Sasha is there of course. I decide to go through the back. I began to climb the tall fence but I'm stopped by the pain in my shoulder about five feet into climbing. I fall and lay on the ground clutching my sleeve.
"What are you doing?" A voice comes from above me.
I look into the eyes of Enid. The other kids came to visit me when I was in bed but she never did. I'm guessing she doesn't like me or my group.
"None of your business," I bark back, I get up off the ground. I try to hide the pain from my face.
"There is an easier place to climb you know," she laughs.
"How would you know?" I question her, I read her face to spot a lie but she is honest with me.
"I leave everyday. Sometimes I need my space."
"Well, me too," I mumble.
"You could ask Sasha, she probably wouldn't mind. She let me out before."
"Sasha doesn't like me," I pause, "It's a long story."
"You probably shouldn't leave anyways," she smirks, "You have been shot."
"Who hasn't been shot nowadays? It's no big deal I'm fine." It isn't really uncommon anymore to get shot now that I think about it.
A frown appears across her face, "Fine then I won't help you."
Oh boy. She's smart, I can tell.
"Okay, then help me," I sigh, regretting my words.
She takes me to a place in the fence where there is grooves that make it easier to climb. I thank her silently and Enid runs off.
Over the fence it's quiet for awhile. I began my hike through the woods remembering small land marks so I can find my way back. I decided to take a break on a tree stump. I can't work myself to hard. I sit back and relax for awhile. For a second it is too quiet, then a piercing scream rings through my ears. It's a long ways away. I get up not realizing it and start sprinting towards the scream.