I spent most of the day trying to run or hide from Nadia, to no avail. She always found me no matter what. Eventually, I just got tired of trying to run from her, and we started to talk. We didn't talk about anything major, but we talked a lot nonetheless. I couldn't figure out why, but something about Nadia annoyed me to no end. I couldn't figure out what it was that annoyed me so much though. I kept thinking, and thinking, about it while we were talking. I then realized what it was that annoyed me. She's too much like Beth. She even looks a little like her, not a lot, but enough. I didn't say anything to her about it though, I didn't even tell her about Beth. It's not like it matters anymore anyway. We had stopped talking for a while, and were just sitting when Nadia, out of nowhere, asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?" I sighed. Why did you have to ask that?
"Yes."
"How many people?"
"Three. I shot my mom before she could turn. I shot someone who...", How do I tell her about Axel?, "tried to kill someone I care about. The final one was some guy who was surrendering. How about you?"
"My mom and dad, but after they had turned, I don't think that really counts. I don't think I've killed anyone, but I did stab someone", she paused, "I never found out what happened to him." This is probably the most fucked up conversation I've ever had.
"Do you realize how screwed up this conversation is?"
"Why? It's not there's much else to talk about."
"True. But, still. I don't like to think about who I've killed."
"Well, what else do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know. What's your favorite color?" Nadia stood up as soon I said that and stood over me. She sat on top of my lap, with her legs on either side of me. What the fu...
"You know when I asked you what else you want to talk about, I didn't mean the most basic conversation possible."
"Well what did you have in mind?", I asked her dumbfounded. She smirked.
"Well", she said taking my hat off and throwing it onto the ground next to us. "I have some ideas", she said, as she started unbuttoning her shirt.
"I'm not saying no, but we just met a couple of hours ago. Are you sure?"
"It doesn't matter. That may as well be years ago now." I stopped trying to change her mind and joined in, getting myself undressed as well.
We had to be quick, as there was really nowhere private in the prison. The one downside of a prison, it's made to watch whoever's inside. It was nice though, not that I had many other times to compare it to. Guess Glenn really is going to have some competition now. We made our way back towards Cellblock D, where Nadia's new cell was. I walked her back, then started walking back to my own cell in Cellblock C, a stupid smile ever-present on my face the whole way there. When I walked into the cellblock, Glenn and Maggie were sitting on the steps, and Maggie was holding Judith. Haven't seen her hold Judith since... I guess with a baby on the way, their probably baby crazy right now. Glenn looked up when I opened the very loud door to the cellblock. We each gave each other a small nod. I walked over to them at the stairs. "How's Judith been?", I asked curiously.
"She's been good. Hasn't given us any problems", Maggie said.
"I feel like I haven't seen her in weeks."
"Are you alright, Carl?", Glenn asked.
"Yeah. Why?", I asked confused.
"You look like you just ran a marathon." It hadn't occurred to me how much I had been sweating, from everything. The running around, the heat from the sun, other things.
"Oh, yeah. Felt like I was. There's this girl from that new group", I shook my head, "She wouldn't leave me alone. I spent most of the day running around the prison."
"Ahh", Glenn said, in an almost knowing tone.
"It ain't anything like that, if that's what your thinking."
"Give it a week", Glenn said, "You'll be sharing a cell."
"Don't know if I'm ready for that again", I said, knowing Glenn, and almost definitely Maggie, knew what I was referring to. Maggie gave a small, sympathetic, smile.
"I'll see you two around", I said, finishing the small walk back to my cell. My thoughts were not on Nadia anymore but on Beth. I frustratedly grabbed a comic book off of my shelf and started reading. Reading always clears my head. However, in the back of my mind, I still kept thinking of Beth, for the rest of the day.
Six months ago when I started this story, I honestly never thought I was going anywhere with it. I thought it would be a hobby of mine for a week or two, then I'd get bored and stop. But, half a year later. I'm as excited about it as ever. I wanted to thank you all for still reading this. I am really looking forward to what is coming. With that said, when I originally wrote Chapter 1 of this story, I said this could take me years. It's starting to look like that more and more, every day that passes. Especially now that I started re-writing older chapters.