We walked back up to the prison, his hand in mine and Judith pressed against me. Opening up the door, he dropped my hand as I walked inside, holding Judith with two arms.

"I'll lead you to the library. They're reading Tom Sawyer, I think." Carl said, leading me past the large open room and by the cells.

"Do you want to drop off Judith in your dad's cell or wherever?" I asked as we hit the end of the cell block.

"Nope. Dad doesn't want her left along so she's along with us because I don't want to bother anyone to watch her. Do you mind holding her? Do you want me to take her?" Carl asked, looking down at me and extending his arms as if to take her. Gently I slid her into his arms.

"Big brother Carl." I joked, shaking off my tired arms and sticking my hands into my pockets. Letting out a chuckle, he laid her against his shoulder.

"Too heavy for you?" He asked with a smirk.

"Pfft. Imagine running past a horde of walkers with a five year old over your shoulder because she's too scared to even walk, much less run, for about a mile." I said, following him as we stopped in front of a room after turning a corner or two. Finding the bathroom in this labyrinth was going to be fun.

"Now when you stab with the knife, make sure to have a tight grip on the hilt because sometimes the skull isn't as decayed as others." A voice echoed out of the room as i raised an eyebrow and shuffling was heard within the room.

"What an excited book." I murmured as Carl frowned and walked into the room. Carol was sitting on a wooden chair with ten or so children sitting around her. She closed the paper back in her hand and looked at us.

"We'll finish tomorrow children." She said as they all stood up and filed out of the room.

"Alyss!" Annabelle said, scurrying up off of the floor and racing towards me.

"Hey there." I said smiling and placing my hand on her head. "Did you thank Carol for the story?" I asked her as she looked up at me, biting her lip.

"No." She said, before taking off and hugging Carol's legs."Thank you Carol." was barely heard above the noise that came from Carol dropping the box that she was lifting to put away. The box hit the floor and out scattered a multitude of knives. Annabelle stepped back, peeped out a sorry before walking towards me with a guilty expression on her face.

"What's going on?" Carl asked, standing up straighter and his eyes locking onto Carol.

"Please don't tell your father." She said, kneeling down and beginning to place the knives back.

"Why not?" He more demanded than asked.

"These kids need to learn to defend something happened…" She started to explain.

"Which is won't." Carl interrupted.

"You don't know." I defended as both of their eyes snapped to me. "If anything does happen to where everyone here is thrown back into the hell hole that is outside of these walls, everyone should know how to defend themselves." I said, placing a hand on Annabelles head and drawing her close to me. "If anything should happen to me, I should leave behind Annabelle with a chance of survival. Now if you both don't mind excusing me." I smiled down at Annabelle. "This little one needs to head to bed." Lifting my gaze, I locked gazes with Carol. "Thank you." Receiving a nod in return, I scooped up Annabelle and turned around. "Night." I muttered and left the room. Sighing, I made my way back to the cell black. Smiling down at Annabelle, I asked.

"Did she teach you anything good?"

"Well she told us to twist the knife in the head to make sure that the walker is dead." She said as I walked to our cell and stepped inside.

"That's a good tip. Did you atleast get to hear teh story? Even just a part?" I asked, placing her down and riffling through our bag.

"Just a couple minutes, until Carol saw that the coast was clear." She said as I heard her climb up onto the top bunk. "Will you read it to me?" She asked as I tossed up her pajamas. Even though we were living through the end of the world, my sister was going to have a pair of pajamas. Sliding the cell door shut, I hung up a blanket over it, blocking out the rest of the prison..

"You know how to read." I said, collecting her clothes as she burrowed into her blankets and I placed the clothes in the bag

"But I like it when you read." She pouted at me as I smiled at her.

"Fine. I'll find a copy of it tomorrow. Now hit the hay you little brat." I said, slipping the gun out of the waistband of my jeans. She looked down at me with Eeyore pressed against her chest.

"Will you sing to me?" She asked, her eyes barring into me as I sighed and crossed my arms against my chest. "Please?"

"Alright. Your lucky I love you or something." I smiled as she snickered. Sighing, I cleared my throat and started singing. "There's bound to be a ghost in the back of your closet. No matter where you live. There'll always be a few things, maybe several things, that you're gonna find really difficult to forgive." I started, humming the guitar solo as I watched Annabelle let out a yawn and I slipped the gun underneath my thin mattress. "There's gonna come a day when you feel better. You'll rise up free and easy on that day and float from branch to branch, lighter than the air." Her eyes slowly drifted shut as I raised my hand to brush a piece of hair out of her face as I softly finished the last line. "Just when that day is coming who can say? Who can say?" I drifted off as my hand brushed her warm forehead and a slight frown creased into my expression. "Probably nothing." I muttered to myself and checked for my knife in it's holster. Sliding into the bottom bunk, I stared at nothing and will myself to sleep. Eventually, darkness came.

(Musical Service Provided by: The Mountain Goats; "Up the Mountain")