First of all, I want to give a big fat I'm sorry to every reader of Apple Green Eyes because I left you all out of my story. I stopped posting but I am gonna keep posting now. I watched the end of the series and screamed when Rick said, "they're screwing with the wrong people." Literally, I just turned off my tv and cursed out AMC for all the things they did to mess up my head...hahaha! But, now we know EVERYTHING I will have much more fun writing this! Thank you!
There was only one reason I needed Rick. I needed weapons. There was no way I could let Patrick use the gun or the knife. They were my backup weapons. The only ones I had. I skidded across the pavement and searched. Once again, Rick was gone. I ran around the corner and spotted Zach and Beth.
"Zach!" I raced up to him.
"Why do we keep running into each other?" He chuckled.
"Shut up. Where's Rick?" I asked, losing patience already.
"Still looking for him?"
"Where's Rick?" I asked again, more stern.
"Rick is in a council meeting. You'll have to wait a few hours." I glanced at Beth who had a dark look. I glared back at her and left. They were no help. Getting a hold of Rick would be harder than I thought. The irony was that there were barley 30 people at the jail. I'd only been there for a few days but long enough to know there was a decreasing population. Patrick was in the same spot I'd left him at, but just sitting down. I fumbled down the hill and sat next to him.
"What was that about?" He asked.
"I needed to talk to Rick." I repeated from the first time said.
"What for?" I watched the howling walkers.
"Why do you seem to have all the questions?" I hissed. He was quiet for a little while.
"What did he say?" I groaned loudly and fell back.
"Stop asking questions!" Patrick chuckled.
"Alright, alright. I'll stop. You seem to have the answers though." I rolled my eyes and watched the only thing left that was beautiful in my world. Clouds. I hadn't watched clouds since I was 8. Dad took Tally and I to a giant tree by our local church near a field. We laid on our backs and watched until the sun came down. My dad didn't work. He'd been laid-off from his welding job. So, he'd become a real father. Before, he'd been too busy with work. But since he was unemployed, I received the advantage to socialize more frequently than I had before. In other words, it was cute, little daddy-daughter time. The more hung, the closer we became. My relationship with my dad had never been this strong. That all flew out the window when he died. When the loving man who kissed me every night and told me how special I was, who helped me burn my embarrassing baby pictures and taught me to love everyone, died through my eyes. I choked back a whimper and made it into a cough.
"You think I won't get killed?" Patrick asked, suddenly in. I cringed at another question, but answered it anyway.
"I can teach you to shoot and to kill. But only you can focus on surviving. It all depends if you focus and map your targets. Narrow your range. Make it easy." There was no sounds except the hissing of walkers far away.
"I can do that." I sat up, bored of clouds.
"Can you imagine how terrible cloud watching is?" I commented.
"Can't imagine anything worse." Patrick wasn't optimistic. He knew bad things may be coming his way. He was like any normal person. Knowing deep in his heart: Life sucks. So did I. We chewed on the tough deer meat and I watched Daryl pass by, throwing sharp glances. I saw a girl peek out behind Daryl. She had dark (almost black) hair like someone else I knew. She looked gorgeous and flawless, except for the birthmark on her wrist. She looked too serious, though.
"You alright?" Patrick asked waking me from my stare.
"Yeah, I fine." He tossed a potato slice in his mouth.
"So what about the whole stalker thing? How did that come to be?" he asked.
"I met Kairi. I asked where you were and she told me she watched Lizzie, Mika, and I on the field. Not being stereo-typed, but that girl was crazy and weird. I was scared she'd be watching us practice." I explained.
"Did she?"
"Pretty sure not."
"I never thought of Kairi as a stalker before. She's shy, yeah, but not really weird." I shrugged and finished my plate. Rain began to trickle down my arms. I looked up to the greyed sky. A wave of freezing rain washed over me. I shrieked and Patrick laughed. My soaked clothes hung off of me like dead skin. I grumbled and tried to squeeze water out of the seater. Finally, Patrick ended his episode.
"Done? Or would you like me to humiliate myself again?" He chuckled.
"I'm sorry." But that wasn't sincere enough.
"I'm not dealing with you. Goodnight." I sternly said and walked to my cell. Distant laughing was the only thing behind. Then rain poured down and a certain geek's scream rang out.