Chapter 10 :
A couple of days later.
After conducting business in the morning, Negan grabbed Camille and took her out for a drive.
"Where are we going now?" she asked as she popped pistachios into her mouth.
"Somewhere you cannot find food for once," Negan retorted with a smirk.
"You're really mad that you're getting pudgy 'round the midsection," she snarked right back.
He looked down to his stomach then back to her with a glare...then laughed, "I missed you gettin' snappy. You were always..and are always ready for a fight it seems."
"I've learned, you let your guard down...and you get sucker punched," she chuckled.
Negan stopped the jeep and turned it off near a patch of woods about 15 minutes outside of Sanctuary. Without saying anything he got out and motioned for her to follow him into the thicket to the point where pass the trees they could see a clearing...and about ten walkers just roaming around.
She looked at him curiously.
He handed her the crowbar she usually kept on her plus a gun. "Go get 'em. I ain't here to train your ass on how to fight. If you..." he said pointing on her chest, "wanna hang, you gotta prove we won't have to carry your ass. The gun? Has one bullet. I ain't saving your ass Camille so...good luck," he said, patting her head then walking away...only to drive away in the jeep. What she didn't know what that he drove in a circle and had scouted a good vantage point earlier in the week so he could watch how she did. All of his officers went thru shit like this and of course, Negan changed it up each time...being a showmen and all.
Frowning some she checked the gun and he wasn't lying so she put the safety on then stuck it into her back jean pocket. Her hand gripped the crowbar and she just watched the things for a bit, taking note of how they move and how they reacted to stimuli (mostly squirrels and birds). One noticed her tho and started to stumble towards her...the others started to follow. Moving quickly, Camille went right towards them and started to take them out one by one. She would bash ahead, kick a few hard enough to knock them down, bash another head...repeat. By the time she was done, she was sweaty and tired but, she was uninjured. Camille looked around, noticing her brother-in-law was nowhere in sight, she guessed this was a part-survival test so she spotted a worn out dirt path and followed it for about 5 minutes until she came to what seemed to be an abandoned cottage.
"Oh this ought to be fun," she sighed and took a moment to peer thru the windows to see if anyone or anything was inside...it seemed to be clear but she was going to go in haphazardly of course. Well, she would find some way inside since the door was being a bitch. Using her crowbar she managed to get it open then stepped inside. The place had been completely cleared out besides some furniture...but there was also a box in the corner. She came over to it and picked up a note that was laying on top.
"You Little Shit," it started out, making her chuckle some, "I guess I should congratulate you but shit, that last bit was too easy and you know it. You're keepin' your ass put for the night but trust me, it ain't gonna be easy. There are some supplies but I would use them sparingly, ya dig? Good Luck! Have fun!"
Camille shook her head and pocketed the note then looked into the box. There was a bit of food, a couple of bottles of water, matches, and a hatchet. "Hope ya'll didn't hurt yourselves," she grumbled and put the items into the bookbag that was provided. Putting the crowbar in her pocket she grabbed the hatchet and started to explore the house a bit. Everything looked normal tho at one point in the kitchen she stepped on a loose floorboard. Using the hatchet she chopped away until she made it to under the house...finding two large propane tanks that must have been used to power the house. Camille grabbed a bottle of water and spilled some onto the tanks after it had dripped down she felt the wet spots...the cold spots let her know how filled the tank was with propane. They were pretty filled so she was able to heat herself up a can of the ravioli and have a nice dinner by herself. Just as she finished she heard the familiar groaning of walkers outside. Just as she was about to check outside the moaning became louder and more constant...just...larger somehow. Having seen a second-floor roof access door she rushed upstairs and stepped out. Her heart raced and her stomach dropped. There was easily about 100 walkers all around her.