"Who are they?" He asked. I walked up next to Rick to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Glenn?" I questioned. He held my gaze for a moment, and then his eyes widened.

" C-Clementine?" He asked, surprised. I ran to him and have him a huge hug.

"Holy hell, I thought I'd never see you again!" He said, as I released him.

" You have gotten so much older! How old are you now?" He asked.

" I'm sixteen!" I excitedly replied. Glenn's mouth gaped open at that.

" Well, Glenn, looks like you have some catching up to do," Rick interrupted," but can you wait till she's settled in and knows where everything is?" Glenn nodded, his hands on his head.

We walked up the hill to more gates, but Rick easily pulled the door open, and held it open for us to go in. Rick led us though a little room with a guard post, and then into a cell block.

"Well, this is where we live. Carl, will you show Clem around? I want to talk to Blake here." Rick stated calmly. Carl nodded and gestured for me to follow. I looked at Michonne, who was still talking to Aj, and asked,

"Can you handle him?" Michonne nodded once more and I headed off with Carl to explore the prison. We headed into cell block B, which held all of the people they had rescued from from someone named ' the governor'. Then he took me to cell block D, where they keep their sick. I couldn't go in because the people had a strange disease. Then, there was cell block C, that's where all of the council members slept. Including Carl.

"Ahh, Unless you like a mess of comic books, I wouldn't go in there." He said, after I tried to enter. I ducked under his outstretched arm, and into his cell.

" I don't know why you didn't want me in here. There's... " I paused when I saw an old picture. It was Carl and Rick, with a pretty dark haired woman. As I looked on at it, Carl sat on his bed, and sighed sadly.

"That's my Mom. She died giving birth to my sister, and... Well... I had to make sure she was, you know, ' actually dead'."

I sorrowfully looked to him.

" At least you have a picture. You can always look at her smile and remember she's right there." I smiled, pointing to his heart. He looked down at where I was pointing and sadly smiled.

"Thanks. My Dad never really showed any sympathy for what I had to do, but... I think he knows, That I know he's sorry. Still it would be nice for a little acknowledgement." He said. I looked at the floor and sighed.

" you know, I also have a memory of my parents," I pointed to my D hat, " this was my Dad's." Carl smiled at that. I quietly got up and walked out of his cell, looking back only to tease,

"You know, you're not so bad, considering the bloody nose. I'll see you around."

I found Blake later, who ended up getting the cell with Carl. I was with Aj. I was glad I would be able to watch over him at night, at least the first night, so I can make sure these people are as trustworthy as they seem to be. That night after we had eaten our dinner with the group, I was laying on my bed listening to AJ breathe on the bunk above me. It was... Reassuring, to hear the breathing of someone I cared so much for.

A few minutes later I heard footsteps outside the cell. They would stop for a few minutes, and then continue, only to stop again. Soon a shadow lingered right In front of our cell, and stared in. I kept as still as I could but my eyes glinted in a flashlight, and I was seen staring right back. It was Rick.

"What are you doing still up?" He asked when he saw me. I silently stared at him a moment more before replying,

"Watching the door. Making sure you people are actually trustworthy." I sat up in my bunk, keeping my right hand close to my knife, just in case.

Rick shifted and ruffled his beard.

"Well, you don't have to. I promise this place is safe, and that we are here to protect you."

"I can protect myself, and my brother. And I can do that whether you're on my side or not. No matter what you promise me,you have to prove it first." I snapped. Rick just stared at me some more and shifted again.

"Oh, we will. But you have to prove yourself to us 'll go on a run with us tomorrow, and we'll see how you do." He countered. I smiled, and shook my head at his smugness.

"Believe me," I chuckled,"You'll be the one that's surprised."


The next morning, I was woken by the sound of the cell door being opened. I quickly sat up, my hand snapping to my knife, and saw Daryl take a step back in surprise.

" woah," He exclaimed "Didn't mean to wake you. Well, I did, but not as I came through the door." I rolled my eyes and relaxed a little. At least I knew Daryl was trustworthy.

"Are we about to leave?" I asked, while rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

" yup."

I rose up and steadily moved out from under the higher bunk. I yawned and stretched, finally cracking the crick in my back.

"Ouch." Daryl remarked, grimacing at the sound. I pulled on my grey leather jacket and strapped my holster to my pants, placing the gun carefully inside. I then grabbed the pick axe I had managed to find, and put it in a sheath over my back. After that, I grabbed my Dad's "D" cap and pulled it over my blackish hair. I then stepped up the ladder of the bunk beds, and towards Aj.

"Hey," I whispered," Aj, I'm about to head out with the group. You keep your knife on you no matter what, okay? I'll be back soon squirt." He had rolled over to acknowledge me, and groggily said,

"Bye."

With that, I left the cell with Daryl and walked down to the front gates. Waiting for us, was Rick, Carl, Blake, Michonne and a big black guy named Tyreese. He seemed nice.

"Good morning." Blake greeted in a sluggish tone. I guess after two years of being able to sleep in as long as he wanted, getting up at about five in the morning was hard.

"Its about time," Carl gestured towards Blake, " He got up sooner than you, and he's practically a walker himself." I noticed Rick,Daryl,Michonne,and Tyreese all grouped together and talking to eachother.

"What are they whispering about?" I asked. Carl looked over his shoulder and was going to respond, when Rick called him over.

"I'll be back in a minute." he grimaced.

I watched as he jogged over to join the rest of the group. As I pondered their conversation, Blake stretched and joined me in wondering what they were talking about. "Do you think they're talking about us?" he asked, mimicking my thoughts.

"Yes," I admitted, as much as I hated it, "I think they are trying to decide what they should do with us." Blake groggily nodded his agreement and rubbed his eyes. He did his little wake up routine, which consisted of a series of upper body twists and leg pulling. After his dance, I asked,

"How did your night go last night?" he shrugged,

"I'm bunked with Carl. He wouldn't stop trying to get me to talk about the past. It was like an interrogation. That's why I agreed with what you said." I nodded,and strained to hear some of the group's conversation.

I heard Rick muttering angrily to Carl. Daryl then started to talk, seemingly siding with Carl. Rick lowered his head and shook it, only to look right in Blake and I's direction and glare. He then looked at the other members of the group, and asked them something, to which they all nodded. Rick put up his hands as if in defeat, and the group casually walked back over to us.

As Carl started to approach Blake and I, we could clearly see Rick had pissed him off. He wore a new scowl that was slightly covered by his hair, and he had his arms folded across his chest. The strangest thing I saw though, was the smirk plastered to his face. Ironically enough, it went with his pissed stature.

"What was that about?" I asked, trying not to sound too curious. Carl straighted up and smiled more, but the smirk was still slightly there. Whatever he did, he was pretty damn proud of himself.

"You and Blake." He smirked even more at that.

"Why? What the hell did he want?" Blake snapped angrily,

" Why didn't he just say it to our damn faces?" I turned to Blake, rather surprised by his harshness.

" Whoa! Its okay, Blake! Calm down!" I soothed. He seemed to relax a little bit, but he was still pretty mad. He'd never seethed like that in the short time I've known him, so something must have happened when I was out of the room, or in their bunk last night for the tension to be so high between them. Maybe it had something to do with what Rick talked to him about last night. Well, whatever happened had clearly pissed Blake off. I placed my hand on Blake's shoulder and he looked down into my eyes, and in his, I didn't see anger, I saw a horrible sadness. I felt my eyes widen when his started to get red.

" Blake, what's…" he interrupted me by gently taking my hand off on his shoulder, and starting to walk back into the prison.

" I'll help tomorrow." he growled at Rick when he passed him. I stared at him awestruck as he walked away. Carl turned to me and shrugged while he asked, " What in the world was that about?" I shook my head and looked at the dirt under my shoes.

"I don't know. Did he seem mad after your dad got done talking to him yesterday?" Carl shrugged again.

"He didn't seem particularly happy. He just came in and went to sleep."

"Alright you two, it's time to get going. If he doesn't want to go he don't have to."

Rick interrupted. I turned to rick and followed the rest of the group out of the walker trap gate. We followed Rick through the forest ahead of us, not knowing where he was leading us. While the silence still hung the group, I decided now was as good as any tito admire the nature around me. It's weird how people are the only one's we've seen turn into monsters. It makes me wonder why I haven't seen squirrels ripping each other apart. Maybe they are immune. Maybe animals are a place to look for a cure. But what was the point of finding a cure, when nobody has anything to go back to? After a few minutes of walking, Rick stopped on a hill top and we could see the store.

"Alright," Rick said, "the store is just this way, when we go in, we go in pairs. I'll go with Michonne. Daryl you go with Tyreese. And Carl and Clem, you two watch eachothers backs like hawks." We headed over the hill and right to the store.

We all entered, and split up down aisles to see what was left, and to get what we needed. Carl and I headed down the medical aisle. The shelves around us were mostly bare. Everything had been picked clean from other survivors. We grabbed everything that was left over, and shoved them into bags that we had. As we continued looking, I saw a pharmaceutical office. It's windows were smashed open, and the medicines pillaged, but in the back I saw there were still some supplies.

" Hey, what about over there?" I whispered to Carl. He followed my gaze, and sighed,

"It looks a bit risky."

" I know, but as long as we use our brains we should be fine. Think of how medicine like that could help someone if they got sick." I could see I had managed to convince him, so I snuck to the door of the office, and slowly opened it. As we crept in, I heard low growls. I looked around the room and saw what used to be a young woman, stumbling around near the back corner.

"We should be fine as long as we're quiet." I whispered once more. We crept through the office, covering behind the shelves. We finally got the meds, and turned to head out, when I noticed that there were two walkers instead of one, and the biggest had decided to block the door. "Dammit," Carl cursed,"now we have to make some noise." Nodding, I turned, grabbed a glass jar off the shelf next to us and threw it in the opposite direction. Both walkers went in that direction. We almost made it out the door, but the female saw us and started shuffling over. This alerted the guy, and now we had two brain dead morons trying to kill us. I pulled my pickaxe from the holster I had created for it. I and I swung it. Unfortunately my swing was slightly lower than I had intended, and it caught the female walker in the neck. Blood gushed from the wound,and when I swung again it splashed, killing the walker and flinging blood everywhere. Carl fought the other walker, trying to aim for its head, but this walker was freakishly tall, so it's head was out of reach. Seconds later Carl tripped and the walker came down on top of him.

" CARL!" I shrieked. I raced to the walker and was about to bring the pick axe down when I realized I might hit Carl as well as the walker. I tossed my axe aside and hauled the walker off of Carl, and pushed it to the ground. I quickly took my knife out of its sheath and slammed it into the downed walker's head. My left leg cramped up and I panted on the floor holding my calf. Carl offered me his hand and he slowly pulled me up off the floor.

" Holy Shit! Thank you so much!" Carl exclaimed. I stumbled a little bit, still recovering from the sudden rush of adrenaline. I bent down to grab my axe, struggling to keep my balance.

"Are you okay?" Carl asked. I nodded, trying to steady my breathing.

"Here." He gingerly put my arm over his shoulder, and slipped his around my shoulder. He smiled at me, and we walked out of the pharmacy together. I felt good. For the first time in a long time, I had found people I knew I could trust. Carl was definitely one. I was glad we had come with group, mainly for AJ to be truly safe for once. I was happy for new people to talk to, and to care for. We might actually have a chance to LIVE.

When we met the rest of the group again, they all had full backpacks and were smiling at one another. Then they saw Carl and I. Their smiles sunk when they saw Carl helping me. Rick grimaced and walked over to us.

"Is she bit?" He asked.

"No, her leg cramped up. Because she just hauled ass saving my life." Carl told everyone what had happened, and Rick's attitude towards me seems to change to a newfound respect. Carl stayed with his arm around my shoulders the whole way back. I did as well. It felt nice to have someone I could lean on, and they not mind. I've made an incredible amount of friends in only 2 days. Pretty weird how good things seem to happen in bad times.