I wasn't strong. I wasn't right all the time. I wasn't obedient, perfect, a genius, or even decent. I was...unfortunate. Or maybe I was as just too hard on myself. Rick made me realize they needed strong people here. Lizzie was strong. Mika was strong. Jesse, Zach, Beth, and even nerdy Ol' Patrick was strong. I; Not.
He ran his fingers through his wet hair and ushered to his cell. It was tidy as most guys...like him..go. But. The occasional shirt or shoe lied around. I glanced at him and found Patrick staring at me. Ugh, creepy. I looked at Mika and saw her grinning. Our silence began to grow awkward and all I wanted to do was be torn away from it. Luckily, Beth showed up. As much as she annoyed me, I almost thanked her.
"Hey, Patrick," She began, "I believe Carl may be looking for you. Something about a hunt or something." He looked confused and then frustrated. "Thanks Beth." He mumbled crinkling up his nose. "No problem." She walked back to the exit without saying a word to me or the girls. "What hunt?" I asked leaning against the cement walls. Patrick sighed nervously.
"Carl has been gnawing at the bone to teach me to really fight off walkers-Instead of killing them at the fence. Carol, Tyreese, and Daryl are planning to go out for weapons, or ammo, or something. Carl is going and forcing me to follow along. The thing is, I'm not really peachy about going." I laughed hard letting pieces of hair fall in front of my face.
Sure, he was nerdy with the whole glasses thing. Though I tried not to be stereo-typed, he was what you would have expected him to be. Just is. "Patrick, you are a guy. Hunting and tracking is what you are born to do. Why are you nervous?" He squirmed a bit after I spoke.
"At the fences, being so close to them, it scares you thinking how easy you could be like them. Dead." At first I fell dead silent. He was true. I had never taken the time to get closer to them. He did maybe every day. This isolated guy knew more than I'd ever know. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. In just seconds, I'd forgotten them. His eyes still pierced into me, waiting for some kind of reply. How do you reply though?
"Maybe if I go, it could make you feel better. Carl and I could help you out. It's really not that hard." He barely made a smile. "Alright." I nodded and pulled back. "Hello? Still here." Mika said sarcastically. I glanced at her almost forgetting the small girls. "Hey, sorry." Lizzie stared from Patrick to me constantly.
"I'm gonna go find Daryl and confirm him on the search. It's going to be an adventure!" He chimed with a fake chipper-y smile. Patrick fixed his hair to the side and left. Everything was quiet between us-A quiet that wasn't awkward or fearful, but thoughtful.
We knew if Patrick never experienced a hunt-out, high chance he'd get himself in trouble. But I would be there to save his nerdy butt. Lizzie said no words. She grabbed her sisters hand and led her away from my problems. They didn't need to be involved in our crap. No one really did. Not even me.
I literally JUST saw Catching Fire a few moments ago. I had to upload this chapter because I reached 3000 Baby! Woohoo! The movie put me in an awesome mood. Perfect casting. Loved the arena. Never expected poisonous gas though, cool! I'm so glad to reach 3000. Tell me what you think about Patrick x Ellie! Review!
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