Hey guys DeltaSandman here. First of all I just want to say thanks for reading my Walking Dead fanfic, and a big thank you to the people who reviewed the story means a lot guys and especially to Yuki :)
Anyways I just want to tell you guys that this story is currently taking place two months before the flu and the prison getting destroyed by the Governor's militia. I plan to make some small alternations to the "Too Far Gone" chapter but too many don't worry :P
Anyways here goes Chapter 8 :)
Chapter 8: A friendly conversation
It was about noon right now, and Carl and I were having some sloppy joes on some benches right next of Cellblock A, which we finished really quick. Carl and I were talking, which later on gave him a surprised look on his face.
"Really?! You're sixteen?!" Carl asked surprised.
I sighed but chuckled. "Yep. Sixteen-years-old, amigo."
"Wow... I thought you were a very tall thirteen-year-old." Carl told me.
"Because of my voice I'm guessing." I said. Even though I was sixteen, my voice hasn't got deep all that much, and I hear that a lot before the apocalypse. Some people say tease me that I haven't hit puberty yet, others say that my voice is fine and mature. Either way I don't really care all that much.
"Haha yeah. I think it's kinda cool." Carl said.
"Why thank you." I said grinning.
Carl's face turned serious looked out at the field areas. "I just wish he would stop pretending to be a farmer, and not forget whats out there."
"Who? Your dad?" I asked.
He nodded. "He was the leader for awhile. But... when mom died, he just started losing it. Then the Governor raided our home... But we beat them back."
I gave him a puzzle look. "Who the hell's the Governor?"
"A really dangerous guy who was in charge of a town called Woodbury not to far from here." Carl answered. "He kidnapped Glenn and Maggie a while back. Dad went in and took them back, but the Governor was out for us. Mostly for Michonne cause of her stabbing his eye out. Either way, this guy was obsessed with killing us all."
"Dang man... " I said casually. I don't really have sympathy for psychopaths. "But I haven't seen Michonne at dinner last night, or anywhere at least."
"She sometimes goes out for a couple of days and coming back with some supplies." Carl explained. "She even brought me back a Recess peanut butter cup."
"Aww come on, man I love those!" I pouted. "No wonder a nearby candy store didn't have candy..."
Carl laughed at that one. "I'm pretty sure they were all expired anyways."
"Yeah whatever you say, man." I said chuckling. "So this Governor guy. Is he dead?"
Carl's head looked down. "I dunno. I hope so... He took off with his army, and later on dad found almost all of them dead by him."
My eyes widened. Never thought this guy would be deranged enough to kill his own people. But I needed to know something. "Almost?"
"One managed to stay alive... Her name is Karen. We took her in along with 30 other people from Woodbury." Carl explained.
"Sounds like you guys had a good deal after that psycho went away." I said smiling.
Carl nodded. "Yeah but I can't carry a gun right now, and dad rather tend the fields than be aware of whats going on out there."
"Don't be so hard on him." I told him. "I'm sure your dad knows whats going on out there."
"Then why is he just playing the laid back farmer with Hershel?" Carl asked sounding irritated.
"Because it's his way of coping." Was my answer. "Plus it's good to have something normal going around here. Farming, fun activities, kids, food, warm shelter. Something you need in this world."
"I guess." Carl said.
"Don't worry about it all that much, dude." I told him.
"Hey, guys!" We turned to see a kid with big glasses rushing towards us.
"Hey, Patrick!" Carl called back.
"What's up?" He asked.
I shrugged and then pointed up. "The sky."
Carl and Patrick chuckled at my comment.
"So you're the one who survived all on his own for months?" Patrick asked me.
I nodded. "Got that right, amigo."
Patrick's expression was one of amazement. "Wow! That's awesome! I mean people are hearing about that, and it's pretty cool. Mr. Dixon spoke some awesome things about you to us."
Well thanks a lot, Rambo.
Carl chuckled. "Looks like you're famous, Casey."
"Oh please. It's just my charming looks, my friend." I joked around.
We talked for a little bit, Patrick told us about him building something awesome with legos, but that it's slow progress. He won't tell us what's he's building, because he says it's a surprise.
"Well can't wait to see it." I said cheerfully before getting up. "Alright I gotta go and unpack my stuff."
"Okay. Good talking to you, Casey!" Patrick said.
"You too, Pat." I replied grinning. "See ya, Carl."
"You too, Casey." Carl said.
I left the bench and entered the Cellblock A feeling some cool air inside. If there's an AC in here, thank you so much. I looked to see that Beth and Judith were not on the stairs anymore. Probably time for Judith to take a nap.
I entered my cell, and started unzipping my backpack getting all sorts of crap out there. Food, clean clothes, couple of water bottles, all of it out. I took all the clothes that were all crumpled and stuffed them into my new cupboard, and I put the food and water on top of it.
There. I have officially moved into camp Prison.
I know the chapter is short and I'm sorry, but there will be more coming up. I'm sorry I couldn't get all of the characters in the story yet, but lemme assure you that they will show up, and Casey met them over the dinner they had on his first night. Thanks again for sticking with me on this. Peace out people. Also I'm working on another fanfic called Lupin III and the Miami Reds if anyone wants to check that out :)
DeltaSandman out :)
