Layla tried to hide her smug smile by looking into her book, but she was sure he saw it anyway. It didn't take long until she was emerged into her book of Valkyries, ancient tombs, and demons. She had read the book more than a dozen times but it continued to be her favorite book. When she had gone to leave her homeland for America she had hesitated for a brief moment before giving into a sentimental moment and grabbing the book. It had been one of her mothers favorites as well. The world filled with different beings of all different cultures and powers had been incredibly appealing to her, people who were immortal living with humans. Before the flesh-eaters had happened she had enjoyed reading all types of different paranormal and supernatural, even ones about zombies. There had been speculation from many people who had believed that a zombie apocalypse could happen and even though she had loved to kill zombies in games and found amusement in the worlds obsession with them, she could have never expected that they would actually happen. Not many people had.

"Is that a good book?" The question had come from the girl from last night. The one that Daryl had startled and scared off.

"It's very good. I'm almost finished, would you like to read it?" Layla set the book down and gave the girl a soft smile.

"I... I suppose I would like to read it." The girl smiled as well and dropped into a seat next to her. She looked timid to be sitting there, like she would be yelled at or reprimanded. Layla almost raised her brow but managed to stop herself.

"It's very good. In fact, I've read it so many times that you can take it now if you want. Here." Layla closed the book and handed to her. The girl took it and then gave her a brighter smile than before.

"My dad would kill me if he saw what I am going to read." They both laughed and Layla sat up in her chair to observe her.

"It's good to be a little rebellious sometimes. Just as long as you don't do something that could kill you. With the... Walkers, life can be a bit rough. But reading a paranormal romance is a good thing to rebel with." Layla grinned and the girl grinned back just as brightly. "I'm Layla. I think you, your sister, the baby, and the older guy are the only ones I have yet to meet." She extended her hand and realized how grimy and dirty it looked in comparison to the other girl. She hadn't taken a bath in a few days, her last time she had was in a river not far from the prison. The girl didn't seem to mind though and carefully shook her hand.

"I'm Beth. Maggie is my sister, and I'm not really sure where she went but I'm sure you'll meet her soon." Beth dropped her hand and then seemed to observe her as well. Layla almost laughed at how the girl seemed to open up fairly quickly to her. "I don't mean to be rude, but would you like for me to talk them into letting you take a shower?" Beth's face pulled into a frown and Layla almost laughed at her thoughtful question.

"Aye, I would like that very much. Thank you, Beth." Layla looked over as she saw a short, dark haired woman coming towards the two of them. If looks could kill, Layla was sure that Beth and her would be dead.

"Beth. Come here. We have to talk." Layla assumed that this was Maggie but the woman's attention was focused on her sister. Layla merely looked away so not to seem as part of their business though she caught Beth shrinking down in her own chair.

"No, I'm havin' a conversation with someone who doesn't treat me like I'm stupid." Layla was surprised by Beth's admission to her sister and tried to look anywhere but Maggie and Beth. Maggie didn't take her sisters words well and gave Layla a pointed glare.

"If you put her up to this-"

"I had nothing to do with this. Your sister has been speaking with me for about five minutes at the most." Layla put her hands up, a gesture of giving up and not being offensive. Maggie seemed to believe her and turned her glare upon her sister again.

"We need to talk. Now." Beth sighed and stood from her chair before giving Layla a small smile.

"I'll see you later. It was nice talking with you and thank you for the book." Beth hugged the book to her and went to the barred gate and entered with a sigh. As soon as they believe they were out of ear shot, Maggie began whispering furiously at her sister. Beth walked with her and as they went further away the more the girl seemed to look defeated. Layla frowned and looked down at her grimy hands and figured that Beth would be with Maggie for a while before she talked to the others about a shower. Deciding to take matters in her own hands, she headed back outside to see where Rick was. As she reached the outside air she took a deep breath. The air was filled with the feeling of electricity and it was raining steadily now, thunder rolling from further away.

"We're just going inside, Layla." This came from the man she had been looking for and she almost jumped. She had been too enthralled by the storm to have heard him come closer to her, Carl following not far behind.

"O-oh. Okay. Rick, does the prison have showers?" She hadn't intended for the question to be weak but it had come out as such. She almost rolled her eyes at herself. Her family, or clan as her father and grandfather had often called it, had lived in brutal areas of Scotland. Her brothers had all grown up and had pushed her around like brothers did. They had treated her like another brother but often over protected her whenever they were around boys her age. How they would laugh at her now.

"Yep, there are. I guess you wanna take one?" He chuckled and led her back inside. He opened the barred gate and held it open. Carl went in first, then Rick motioned for her to follow. She stopped and stared at him for a moment and he must have realized what was wrong.

"I can't promise you that you'll get a cell but you will get a shower." She nodded and hurried to her small pack she had had on her when she had entered the prison. She pulled out the clean pair of clothes she had washed when she had been at the river last. She held them in her hand and entered the actual cell block.

"I'll have someone get a towel and a bar of soap for you. Carl, would you escort her to the showers?" Rick walked away and Layla smiled at Carl as he nodded to her. As they moved through the cell block they got a curious look from Carol, a strange look from Oscar, and then a scowl from Daryl. Once they were out of ear shot and a Layla spotted the showers, she felt a brief moment of relief.

"I really hope that we all come to agreement and you can stay." Carl had stopped and stared at her a moment with a look that belonged on an adult, not a boy.

"Thank you... I hope so too." Her voice was soft and she looked at the showers longingly.

"I'll go make sure they're getting' your stuff." Carl turned away and left Layla by herself to wait. She moved toward the showers which were separated by a wall with an entrance without a door. The showers were on round with three shower heads on them. There were several spread around the room and Layla picked the one furthest from the entrance with better hopes of privacy. She knew they would put a guard on her. She began to undress and smiled slightly at the clean room.

"Here's your stuff." She turned abruptly to the voice and stared pointedly at Daryl, a flush on her face.

Authors Note: Yay! A chapter that is pretty long! Woot! :D Also, assuming they have showers in the prison (because I don't know if it was said or not, but I guess we can play along, eh?) I figured that it'd be good to have her get clean before they go do the run. I know the likeliness of them having the showers running (unless they have the generators going) is very small but I felt like I needed to chance it to get a bit more development going. :]