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4

It has been said, 'times heals all wounds. 'I do not agree. The wounds remain in time, protecting it's sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens but it's never gone. It always will be a part of you. Whether you like it or not.

I swear I could hear voices, right? They weren't loud, but they seemed so real. So real it almost seemed unrealistic. I blinked a few times to see if I was sleeping. Nope I'm defiantly not sleeping. They were soft and quiet but loud enough for me to understand. When my sight was sharp and neat again I noticed that I was looking at a ceiling. I found myself in a unfamiliar room. Everything was made out of concrete. Was I in the building? It kinda looked like a cell. Wait a second… this is a cell. I'm not dreaming again, am I? no, this can't be. I laid on the bottom bunk of an iron bunk bed. The room was dark and gloomy, but the bed was kinda comfy, I had to say. I turned at my side and looked around. The pain was still there. Luckily not as much as first, but it still hurts as hell, but it was manageable. Enough for me to keep my eyes open. I could see a vague shadow in front of the cell. There was a person guarding it. Of course there is! we don't want a 14-year-old killing an entire group, right?! Suddenly the voices became increasingly louder. I could hear that they were having a fight. I couldn't help myself but to listen.

"Rick had no choice! You can't just leave a kid like that! We're not like that and you know it." a warm female voice said.

"we can't trust her. Not after what happened." another woman said. She had a country twang in it. There was a little pause between the conversation.

"guys, this is my blood and my family we can't risk it, Maggie's right we can't trust her" a male voice hissed.

"so what?! Are ya'll scared fo' a little girl" a deep male voice grunts, sarcasm clearly audible in his voice. He had a southern accent. He was clearly from around Georgia.

"what happened to your humanity people! We're not like this. Have we sunk so low that we're thinking about turning a little girl out in a world like this?" a male voice said, the voice was deep and scruffy, it sounded like an older person.

It was quiet for a moment when the older man started talking again.

"listen you guys, Doctor S. has checked her…. No bites or scratches. According to him, she has temporary amnesia. We don't know how it happened, but in this state we can't leave her out there. She'll suffer from black-outs the next couple of days. It's too dangerous." the man said again. I could make out a few footsteps before a chair moved and it made a hard sounds on the concrete floor.

I busted myself on heavy breathing. It was burning hot in this room. Come on Rosalie keep it together! I whipped the sweat from my face. A flash of dizziness hit me again.

Come on keep focus! They're talking about you! You need to pay attention! This isn't a good time to fall asleep! A inner voice called through my head. I pushed away the dizziness and it faded very vaguely.

There was still a shadow reflected on the concrete floor from the person guarding me. I wonder who it was, it was not big enough for an adult, but it was bigger than a children size. The person wore a hat and held a small gun as far as I could see from the shadows.

It was still silent from the other side of the room. The woman with the warm voice started speaking again: "let's just..- let's just wait until she's doing better then we'll handle this, right now we have bigger things to think about. He is still out there."

I could hear a loud sigh coming from some people in the room. Again it was quiet for a moment.

"Daryl? Have you checked her bag at least?" a male voice said.

Wait, wait ,wait did they took my bag? With my personal belongings? It's not that I have anything to hide or something like that , but they have no right to check that. I know they don't know me and I don't know them. But at least they made sure, that means they are cautious and able to protect this place. (as far as you can protect it.)

"yeah, but nothin' special or anythin' like that. Some water, ammo, a family picture and a dairy or somethin' like that" the male voice grunts. "that girl wouldn't last a day."

The people kept talking for another five minutes before they ended it. I let out a loud sigh I'm done with laying in this stupid bed. The faster I got out there the faster I'm outta this mess they call 'temporary amnesia'.

I could hear footsteps leaving the room and heard some people talking. Shuffling footsteps echoed through the prison halls. It was not really that silent. I could hear people talking and some people laughing. It made me feel on ease because there were people. Real people! Not walkers or animals, but real people! "I'll go check on her, maybe she's up." the old man's voice echoed through the halls. Loud footsteps came closer and closer. I could see a shadow stop in front of the other shadow that guarded the cell.

"hey kid, I need to go in there, Check if she's okay. Did anything happened?" the old man said to the shadow that apparently was a kid.

"nah nothing happened. I heard some heavy breathing. But that's all. my dad told me to hold watch and not let anyone in." the other male voice said. (probably the kid)

"why don't you go find your dad. He told me to get you." The old man replied a tad bit annoyed to the kid. After the person left the man came in. the first thing that I noticed was that he was walking on crutches and that he wore a prostatic leg. I don't judge people, but I wondered what happened to him causing him to lose his leg. But hey! That's a normal thing to think about it right? He gave me a friendly and warm smile, which I tried to return, but it became more of an weird look, that I can imagine It looked bad. I analyzed him. Don't get me wrong on this , but he kinda looked like Santa. He had a white beard and white hair that was pulled behind in a ponytail. I let out a breathy chuckle. The man looked with his clear blue eyes at me and smiled. He clearly noticed it. I tried to sit up straight, but fell out of balance and fell back. No time to be weak now. You can do that later.

The inner voice called again. Is this an side effect from the 'temporary amnesia'? because I never heard this voice in my entire life. Just ignore it, I told myself.

"Calm down kid, you need to take things slow." He said with a friendly smile on his face. I liked him right away. It looked like he was no harm. Even though you could see a tent of hurt and anger in his soft expression. He seemed old, but really wise. He walked up to my bed and sat down at the edge of the bed. "let me have a look at you, so we can see if you can come outside for a little walk."

He took a little flashlight from one of his pockets. You know, those kind of flashlights that only doctors have to check your eyes. I managed to sit up straight and he flicked the little flashlight on. He laid his hand on my head to steady and shined the bright white light in my eyes. It stung for a bit but I got used to it pretty fast. the man stuck out his finger and told me to follow his finger with my eyes. I did as he told me and followed the movements of his index finger.

"hmmm…"the man muttered after a while. His eyebrows were knitted together. He turned off the light and it made me blink some tears away. After a moment of thinking, or at least it seemed like it, he said: "we can give it a go, miss."

soo yesss she met Hershel and will meet more people in the next chapter :)

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