I knew I should feel safe, I was in a room, of what I could only assume used to be an old office or warehouse. Concrete bricks for walls, a big metal door. I hadn't seen anyone but Negan since they had brought me here. I found myself waking up in a place I had never seen before, I could hear people talking outside my door. I guess, I should have been scared and I was. I wondered every time the door closed behind him who was going to walk in next, was I going to die?

The world had ended.

Why would they keep me alive?

Another mouth to feed? Who wanted that.

I was laying quietly on the hard mattress with blankets wrapped about my body. I felt terrible. I was still covered in bruises, I was sure I could see them turning more purple by the second. I had fallen in and out of sleep. I wasn't exactly sure how long I had been in here, but I wanted to leave. I wanted to be back out on my own.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Billie, are you awake?" Hearing his voice I felt a sudden sense of safety and suddenly my sense of urgency towards leaving had dissipated.

"I am."

"I'm sorry it's so early but I wanted to bring you something to eat." I smiled, rolling over in bed. I felt like I wanted to fix my hair, just my clothes. I wanted to look good for him in reality I hadn't seen a mirror in months.

"Thank you, you're very kind." I spoke softly. "When I'm better… I'll be on my way."

"I don't want you to leave Billie." He placed the food in front of me, I was starving but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted to soak in every second of him being around. "If you don't start eating though, you might not be around long."

I must have been staring at him for too long, I looked away quickly and pushed the blankets from my body.

"Sorry." I said quietly.

"Tell me about yourself Billie."

"What is there to say? I can't say anything. It's not like I have a job or any family to tell you about.. They're all dead now." I sighed. I missed them, I missed my brother. It wasn't fair.

"Tell me about them."

"No." I spat back. I didn't want to talk about my brother. I missed him.

"Why?"

I was quiet. I didn't look him in the eye. I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. "They're dead. Why talk about the dead?"

"I want to learn about you."

"You don't understand it do you? It happened, the world collapsed and people like you survived, and I … I got lucky. I'm not built for this world."

"I think that's bullshit."

I was startled by his words. I sat up straight and looked him in the eye. "You don't know me."

A smirk played at the corner of his lips. I could feel myself melt. "My parents died when I was 17, so for a while I lived with my brother and his wife, Lori." I paused. I didn't want to do this.