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I didn't know what to do. The boy was probably going to tell someone that I was awake, and something bad could happen. I have been so stupid these last few days because my brain was clouded with hunger, sadness, and fatigue. I have been bad before but never this bad. I painfully sat up in the bed. I honestly didn't want to cause anyone trouble, unless they started it with me first of course. So I continued to sit on the bed and wait. I didn't think these people could be much of a threat because even though injured, I am still stronger and faster then a normal human. But I still knew that people where capable of some fucked up shit, so I had to be on guard.

I heard the door open and I saw two men walk in. One was the man named Rick and the other I was assuming was Hershel. "Hello, my name is Rick." He said reaching his hand out. He obviously didn't think I was that big of a threat but he was dead wrong. I only looked at his hand, and I crossed my arms. He was friends with the asshole who shot me, so I didn't trust him. "What's your name?" he asked dropping his hand. I remained silent. "Well, this is Hershel, the man that removed the arrow." He said tilting his head over at the older man next to him. I glanced over at Hershel, but then two more people walked in, the bald man, and the dude who shot me. I gave him my best glare but he didn't look very intimidated. Rick started introducing the two men. "This is Shane," he said pointing to the bald man, "and this is Daryl." He said pointing to him ignoring that he shot me. "Mhm." I hummed and continued glaring at him. "Uh, sorry for shooting you." He said awkwardly. I remained quiet, and so did the whole room. "Was nice meeting you." Said Shane in an attempt to break the silence. He held up his hand but I didn't shake it, so he just put it back down. "I think we should leave her so she can rest, I'll bring you food." Hershel said, leaving the room, and everyone followed behind. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes.

A little while later Hershel came back into the room with a big plate of food and a glass of milk. He gave me the plate of food and the drink, and sat down in a chair next to the bed. I didn't want him to think I needed someone else to give me food, so I sat there, looking at it. It was carrots, peaches, and beans from a can. "We still don't know your name." He said. I don't know why, but for some reason I felt as if I could trust him, so after a minute of silence I spoke. "Max. My name is Max." He smiled and said "Nice to meet you Max." He put out his hand for me to shake, and after a second of hesitation I did. "So do you have a group?" he asked. I looked down and felt the tears burning at the back of my eyes but I refused to let them flow. I thought of how I lost the flock not that long ago, so it still hurt. I didn't respond, and he got the message. "I'm so sorry." He said. To make me feel better he tried to change the subject. "Can I ask you a question?" "You just did." I said jokingly. "I guess I did." He said smiling. "But how did you get those wings on your back?" I stared at him wide eyed. I guess he saw them when he was bandaging them up. "If you saw them, why did you put the bandages over them?" I asked. He said "It was easier, and the arrow didn't go completely through." I nodded my head and began telling him about the school, and how I was treated.

"Wow" he said simply, emotion in his eyes. "How could they do that to children?" The room became silent. "Are you going to tell anyone?" I asked. "It's not my secret to tell." He said getting up out of his chair. "I'll leave you alone so you could get some rest. Eat." He said starting to leave the room. "Wait." I said and he stopped. "Thank you." I said smiling. The first smile I had in a long time. "Your welcome." He said smiling just as brightly. Then he left the room and closed the door. I quickly ate all of the food and drank all of the milk because I was starving. I put the empty plate and glass on the table next to me, and I laid down. I stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about what I should do. Should I leave or should I stay? I'll figure this out tomorrow I thought, when I realized my eyes were closing. I slowly drifted off into sleep.