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Carl shook my shoulders, "Destiny," he says, trying to get me to look at him, "What's wrong? Please, answer me."
I shake my head to rid the awful thoughts of that night. Instead I lift my head up to look at Carl's worried expression. he holds the necklace in one hand, and the other rest on my shoulder. I move my head so my white hair falls onto my back, covering the old scars and memories.
"I've killed so many people," I say, remembering my mom, and all of the walkers I've killed. They must've had family's too, and i just killed them without a seconds thought.
"We all have," he tells me, looking me in the eyes. I couldn't look at him, and directed my attention to my shoes; the ones my mom go me all those years ago. They were very worn, and should be tossed in the trash. I don't think I could get rid of them even if I tried; they're the only thing I still had of my mom.
"But really, who did that to you?" he asks me again. I shake my head, not wanting to talk about it. He doesn't like this answer, I can tell, but it's the one he's getting.
Carl seems to shrug off the reply I gave him, leaving me to answer the question at a later date.
"We should go back with the others," I say, looking over to the prison entrance.
He nods, and says, "Can I at least put this on you?" he lifts up the necklace that swings side to side. I smile and nod. I lift my hair above my shoulder and Carl clips the necklace together. I let my hair flow back down off my shoulders and back and feel better.
"Let's head back," he says. We walk across the grass and onto the asphalt of the courtyard. I walk behind Carl on the stairs to get inside, and close the door behind me. My eyes begin to droop from being so tired, and I lean heavily on Carl unconsciously.
"Are you alright?" he looks at me, and my steps begin to drag.
"Just tired, I guess," I yawn. We take a turn and find Daryl, Hershel and the baby. I take off my backpack full of supplies and hand it to Daryl.
"I'm gonna…" I wave it off, assuming the understand what I mean.
Hershel smiles at me, "Thank you, Destiny. Go get some rest, now, you seem tired."
"Okay," I say, and walk off towards my cell. I plop myself on the bottom bunk, too lazy to climb to the top bunk. The springs creak, but I would expect that from mattresses like this. It doesn't take long for me to sleep,
…
I wake to the sound of many footsteps, and open my eyes to see who was walking around.
I see Glenn and Carl walking together past my cell, whispering about things. They get farther and farther away, so I get up and discreetly follow them in my wolf form. I trot behind some tables and listen to their talking.
"So," Glenn presses Carl, "Did you do it?"
"Not really," he admits, do what? I wonder to myself. "I told her happy birthday and everything went downhill from there. I almost put on the necklace, but- well," he stopped mid-sentence, and my heart was pounding from hoping he won't tell Glenn.
"Well? What?" Glenn asks.
He seemed to not want to admit my scars, and I thanked him for it, "Anyway," Carl continued, "she seemed to go off in a daze about it, so I just gave up on telling her how I felt."
How he felt? About what? Me? I duck behind another chair and listen more.
"You seriously have to tell her soon. it's obvious to everyone that she likes you and you like her except for the two of you can't seem to understand that you both like each other," Glenn pokes Carl in the shoulder and he laughs shyly.
If I were in human form, I would have blushed at Glenn knowing I liked Carl. I didn't really think it was as obvious as it apparently was.
"I will, eventually," Carl says, looking away from Glenn. He runs up ahead when he sees his dad, and Glenn stops for a moment.
"How much did you hear, Destiny?" he stands in place without facing me. He then turns around and looks at me; who's behind the table where we meals.
I tilt my head down in embarrassment and come out so he can see me. He's smirking though, not mad at all. This surprises me slightly.
"At least now you know," he sighs and walks into the other room, leaving me. I walk back to my cell, nodding to Beth when I pass her. I can tell by the look on her face that she's confused why I'm in my wolf form, but she doesn't question me about it verbally.
I walk back to my cell to change back. I put on my clothes and go back out to where I saw everyone eating some dry cereal. It was colorful and artificially flavored, which meant sugary goodness. You wouldn't hear complaints out of me. I took several glances at Carl, and which Glenn smirked when he caught me looking at Carl. Carl seemed oblivious to my staring. Daryl seemed to catch on and smirked to himself. He sat on the stairs alone, but not like he cared. Hearing footsteps, all of us direct our attention towards Rick. He looks bad, emotionally wrecked inside. He can't look at any of us and speaks to us without any emotion.
"Are all of you okay?"
Most of the others nod, and I check to see how Carl will react to his question. He doesn't do anything noteworthy.
"We're fine," Hershel says to him, "How about you?" he asks with concern. We look to Rick to see his reply to this question.
Rick changes the subject, "I cleared out the boiler block."
Daryl interrupts, "How many were there?"
"I don't know…" Rick thinks for a moment, still not looking at anything but the ground, "A dozen, maybe two dozen? Anyway, I have to get back, just wanted to check on y'all."
He attempts to leave, but Glenn stands up to say, "Rick, we can take care of the bodies. You don't have to."
Rick nods his head, "Y- yeah I do… Everybody had a gun and a knife?"
I check my side and find my gun and knife where I usually have it. Making a short nod, I hear Daryl say, "Yeah, but we're running low on ammo-,"
Glenn says, "Maggie and I were planning to go on a run this afternoon. We found a phone book with some places we might wanna hit for some bullets and formula."
"Good, good," Rick says, then takes his leave. Hershel tries to call after him, but to no avail. Daryl discusses who will go down to the lower blocks of the prison and clear them out. Beth and I were told to stay put.
We don't talk until she asks me bluntly, "Do you like Carl?"
I look at her with wide eyes. Is this like the topic of the day or something? Geez!
"Um, yeah, I do, I guess," I blush and look down away from her curious gaze.
"You two are so cute together!" she tells me, "It's so obvious you two like each other."
Before I can ask any other questions, Glenn walks up with a backpack on and Maggie comes close behind.
"Wanna come with?" Glenn asks Beth and I. Beth shakes her head.
"Sure," I offer. standing up, I stretch my legs and follow the two outside. We decide to take the red van to the store we were going to. I hop into the backseat and let Maggie and Glenn talk about whatever. I ignore their conversation completely while I look out the window, imagining what it would've been like if I had met any of these people prior to the apocalypse. Would they still have been friends with me even if the circumstances weren't survival? Would they have been outwardly hating to my abilities?
The van comes to a stop, and I know it's time to get out. Maggie was supposed to stay outside on watch for any walkers.
Going inside the building, I found empty shelves upon shelves of nothing we could really use. Glenn looked for supplies as well, and it seemed he found as much as I did.
Nothing.
"This way," Glenn says, we walk to the back of the store, and there was a lone box unopened.
I look at Glenn, "Well, we ought to open it," I shrug. Glenn rips open the box and finds different kinds of food in the box. Mostly canned Corn and Beans were in the box, but I found a couple cans of mandarin oranges too.
"Jackpot," Glenn smiles, filling up his backpack with as many cans as he could. I filled my backpack up and we headed out to Maggie.
"We scored at this place," Glenn says. "We can probably make it back in time for dinner, too."
"Sounds great!" Maggie says, smiling to the both of us.
I stopped in my tracks, "There's someone here, I can feel it."
"What?" Maggie says, "Who?"
"We should go back home, then," Glenn says.
"So where is it y'all people are calling home?" Someone asks. I direct my attention towards the voice and see and older man, holding a gun pointed at us. I pull mine out too, followed by Glenn and Maggie.
"Someone's got a few new girls, eh, Glenn?" He says. I notice a metal contraption on his arm where a hand should be. He looked familiar somehow…
But how does this guy know Glenn. I look to him for an answer, still keeping my gun up at the weird man.
"Merle?" Glenn asks him. my eyebrows furrow in confusion.
The guy, Merle, places his gun on the ground, as if telling us to do the same. Neither one of us put ours down though, but Glenn started to drop his gun to his side. He still held it tightly in his hand. These two must have a history.
Merle starts to walk to us, "Hey!" I say with a tough voice I'm not used to hearing from myself, "Back the hell up!"
"Ok, honey," he says to me. Ew, why would he call me that?
After a small silence, Glenn says, "You made it," in a quiet voice. Maggie looks at him for answers like I did; we both know we won't get any right now.
Merle has both his hand and metal thing up, "Can you tell me, is my brother alive?"
Glenn hesitates before telling him, "Yeah, Daryl's alive."
My eyes widen. Merle was Daryl's brother. That made sense why they looked alike. Merle smiles, and laughs a little.
"Can you take me to him? I'll call it even for everything that happened in Atlanta."
That's where I was when I was accepted into the group. Was he a part of the group? Before me?
"No hard feelings?" Merle asks us. He notices me staring at his metal arm thing.
He looks to me, "You like that? i found myself at a medical warehouse and fixed it up myself."
"I'll tell Daryl You're here. He'll come out and find you."
Merle looks angered by this and snaps. He sprints at Glenn as to knock him over. Glenn runs behind the car. Maggie runs on the other side of the car to him. i was the closest to him now, but he tripped me onto the ground, causing me to drop my gun a few feet away. He grabs my by my hair and pulls me to him, putting a gun to my head. Fear fills me and a lone tear comes out of my eye. Glenn comes back around with Maggie in his arms and looks at me.
"Let go of her!" Glenn says calmly with force.
"Get in the car right now, both of you," Merle says the gun pressed to my head now. I would transform into a wolf, but that would make the situation a lot worse for all of us, so I rule that option out. I try to make his head explode, even though I know that ability only works on walkers. He clutches my white hair so tight I feel like it's being ripped out of my head.
Glenn and Maggie both get in the car, and Merle shoves me into it after them.
"Shit," I hear Glenn say.
"I'm sorry," I whisper back to him.
"It's not your fault," he tells me. Glenn looks at Merle, "I'm not telling you where the camp is."
Merle chuckles, "I know, we're going somewhere else," He starts the car and drives off the opposite direction of the prison.
"Then where are we going?" I ask in a whisper.
Sorry I haven't updated in a few weeks. I've been so busy with school and I still am, so I'll try to update when I can.