Staring at the voice in the darkness, I frowned and faced the faceless man. He had a menacing appeal, but maybe it was years of running and shinning a light on the monster under the bed but he did little to scare me.
"Maybe" I reply.
"Darren giving ya troubles?" he asks, I instantly lock my entire body.
"Don't speak about him" I snap, I hear his faint chuckle.
"Sore spot?" he replies.
"It's tender" I say, staring directly to the shadow.
The gurgles and groans of the dead echoing in the night sending a slight shiver down my spine. It sure is creepy here, I feel almost safe...almost.
"How many started off here?" I ask, the man stays silent for almost too long.
I arch and eyebrow at him "Sore spot?" I offer, cocking my head to the side.
"Ten originally then two prisoners plus the kid" he says guarded, I nod in the darkness.
"And now" I offer.
"And now, enough for you to shut your mouth and stop asking questions" he states, I shrug and nod.
Rolling my eyes at him in the darkness "Cause I'm vicious, I mean whoa be careful man ya know I'm a whole 98 pounds of pure steel" I mock him, I can feel his glare from the darkness.
"Where are you from?" he asks, I square my shoulders and stay quiet.
"England?" he asks, I frown at him and shake my head.
"Contrary to popular belief not all Australians sound like the English" I say, he sits up from his crouching position.
"Australia, bit far from home" he says, I nod slowly.
"Funny thing, I didn't even want to come here my brother forced me" I say.
"I don't want your life story" he says, his rudeness pulls me back suddenly.
"Oh" I reply.
"Don't get comfortable, mornings' almost round we'll ship ya off then" he states, I nod.
"How long have you been here?" I ask.
"Around six, seven months" he says.
"You know there is nothing left, you people are the first humans I've seen in months all walkers are decomposed too next to none are fresh" I say.
"You saying we should know let you stay?" he says, I frown.
"No I'm just saying, there aint many people left don't be so hostile towards the survivors" I shrug.
"Just shut up" he says, standing and wandering off towards the cell doors.
"Who did you lose?" I ask, staring at him.
He pauses for a moment too long "No one"
"No one is that hostile and rude to people" I say.
"Rick should have let me shoot you" he mumbles as he walks away, slamming the cell door too hard.
"Rick should have let me shoot you" I mock, spinning around and sighing.
"Shut up" he yells out, I drop my head like a busted school kid.
As morning rose, more people began to stir. First Carol came out and handed me breakfast, then the pretty brunette. She was less then accommodating but still nicer then the man from last night. She smiled and asked me how I slept, that's not saying much... everyone was up and bustling by the time Rick reappeared, with the man by his side. Did these two just live off each other?
"Sleep well?" he asks.
I nod "Splendid, when I wasn't interrupted" I glance to the other man.
In the light he looks rougher then last night and rougher than the rest of the people living here, something I didn't think was plausible in this world when everyone looked like a War of the Worlds extra reject.
"I guess you'll be leaving today" he says, I shrug and nod.
"I guess so, I'll find my axe and be on my way" I say.
"You sure you don't want to stay?" he asks, I shrug.
"It's definitely nice here; I mean when I slept I actually dreamt which meant I was zoned out and peaceful but I don't really want to settle only meters from my brother" I say.
"We can always tie her up" the other man offers to Rick, I frown at him.
"Oh I didn't know you were into that" I say.
He frowns and shakes his head "stop it"
"Plus, I'm just another mouth to feed. Again, thank-you for your hospitality" I say, giving them a gentle smile.
"OK, I'll walk you out lets go" the other man says, reaching forward and poking me with his crossbow towards the door.
Walking across the field, I scrunched my face at the dead walker in the field. They were yet to remove the body; I slowed down to look at my near killer only to be shoved along by the crossbow in my back.
"If you wanted to poke me you just had to ask" I say, walking faster.
A chuckle and a grunt were my response; I couldn't help the smirk pull on my lips as I walked to the gate. Shutting the gate behind me, I walked along to the edge of the second fence. I was greeted by three walkers, a female civilian, a male man in his pyjamas and Darren. His snapping jaws and glazed over grey eyes echoed through the air. My entire body locked up as I looked to my family.
"Do you want to take them out?" the crossbow man asks, he lifts his crossbow and aims towards Darren.
"No!" I shriek turning and shoving him violently.
He stumbles and shoots, his arrow missing my brother and lodging itself into the man's eye. I felt the arms of Rick wrap around me and fling me to the ground. I hit it with a thud, I look up to Darren. He's stirred up from my shriek. I notice he's missing half of his shoulder and right arm. The crossbow man aims at me; both men exchange a short silent glance. It dawns on them too, the walker I stare at was the brother I once loved and was on the run with.
"Kill it" Rick says, the crossbow man hesitates slightly before nodding.
"No!" I scream again as he takes aim.
He quickly takes down the female walker, reaching for his second arrow. I push up off the ground, Rick's gun grazing my head.
"Stop" he says, his southern drawl frustrating me slightly.
"Please" I beg.
He takes aim "Please, I'll stay! I'll do anything, please" my begs turning into sobs.
Standing as tall as I can, I watch as the man waits a minute before turning back to Rick and exchanging a long stare.
"Take her to her car, bring it back here" Rick says, lowering his gun.
Relief washing through me, I turn to the man and look at him. My face wounded, he frowns and shakes his head.
"He's not your brother" he says, I look at him and shake my head.
"Dead or alive, he's my brother" I say.
Authors note – Well there you guys go, chapter three! Hope you enjoyed, oh and thank-you to my one fan whose reviews make me happy. So to you my dear friend, thank-you! Quick question: How am I going for characters? In my head, I see S4 onwards Rick more accommodating with people as he realises not everyone is the enemy so I make him softer slightly then S3 Rick. Seeing my story has a time jump :) Oh and what do you guys think of my OC? She's based upon my best friend, total firecracker that one!