Chapter 27

With my head down, I hobbled back to C block to get my pack. I was going to go to the cache sight one way or another; I needed to read Alice's letter.

BPOV

After getting to the cell I was occupying, I dug around in my pack for the GPS device and typed in the top set of numbers on my arms. The location was about 3 miles away from the prison. How Alice and Jasper built some kind of bunker so close to a prison undetected was beyond me, but I guess that was one of the perks of being a vampire; no heat signature, being strong enough to lift walls by yourself, and no need to sleep. I locked the GPS device so only I could access it just in case someone, like Rick, got any funny ideas.

I slid my pack on and put my bow and quiver over my shoulder while looking at my ruined boot longingly. I had already taken the miniature gun out of the sole and cleaned the blood off of it. Not just off of it, out of it too… it was gross. The ace bandage that now wrapped my leg was just not working for me; I knew I had really fucked something up being injured as many times as I had been in my life. Lucky for me, it wasn't the same leg that James had fucked up. I don't think that fucking that leg up again would be a bright idea, even Carlisle had advised against doing anything reckless with that one; said he didn't know how many times it could heal without becoming slightly deformed. Deformed? That was the last thing I needed, being the fucking zombie apocalypse and all, rule number one: Cardio.

Limping out of my cell with the extra weight from my pack made me want to scream out in pain, but I didn't have time for that shit. For all I knew these people could be talking about locking my ass up in one of these cells for killing people. They all seemed to stare at me with disbelief and they didn't even know about the whole Randall situation yet. I needed advice from Alice and I knew where to get it, even if it took me 2 days walking in extreme pain, I would get there. Did she predict the murderer I would become? Being an outcast wasn't anything new to me, I never fit in anywhere in life; the closest I had ever come to fitting in with anyone was with the wolves and the Cullen's, but even then they were all extraordinary and here was simple Bella that had no supernatural abilities besides a silent mind for a mind reader. Whoopty Fuckin' Doo! Yes I had improved myself dramatically but I was still the outsider.

I was getting homesick with my thoughts and threw that depressing shit out the window as I stepped out of C block and almost right into Glenn. "Oh, good. Are you ready to go? I got a horse saddled up." He said with a boyish smile that only Glenn could pull off. Slightly stunned, I turned to look at where the body was not even 10 minutes ago to find it empty. Guilt ate at me, even though I did it for a good reason, I felt like a murderer. I didn't even know that man, and maybe that was problem. Randall and Jimmy didn't bother me one bit, except for the nightmares of being bathed in blood. Those fuckers deserved to die; it was me or them. Shane I felt terribly about, but I was helping him by granting his last wish of not becoming a zombie and I had cried my tears for that. This man just felt different, especially since he didn't do anything physically to me and not to mention everyone in the yard witnessed it. What would Charlie think of me…

Glenn stepped in my line of sight with a look of pity on his face. I didn't need him to feel sorry for me; I was doing enough of that myself. "Hey…" he started, as I once again threw the drama and pity party out the window and fucking locked it. I turned and started limping my way to the horse as he ran his hand down his now tired looking face. When I got to the horse I didn't even pause as I yanked myself into the saddle, ignoring the pain radiating up my leg. Noticing everyone I requested was present and ready to go, I turned my horse to head for the gate, avoiding eye contact with any of them. I headed west out of the gate, with them following on foot.

DPOV

Shocked. Still jus' feelin' shocked. Bella was showin' us the way ta some place, accordin' to Rick, there was gonna be medical equipment and shit for Lori and the baby. I kept thinkin' 'bout what happen'd in the yard. Tomas jus' wouldn't back the fuck down and pull'd a knife on me. Andrew was comin' at me too, so I had ta take Tomas out. Andrew had stopped when Tomas fell to tha ground 'n Rick tackled 'em and cuffed his ass. Rick seem'd ta be all there for once as he threw Andrew in his cell 'n started barkin' out orders for tha first time in a couple weeks. Which was a fuck'n relief 'cause since he took a mental fuck'n break everyone seemed ta think they should look ta me. I didn' mind givin' my opinion, but I sure as fuck didn' wanna be in charge; should'a went ta Hershel or Glenn, not me.

The look on her face, after she threw tha knife… she'd checked out. Her arm was still extended the whole time we wrested Andrew back ta D block from glances I'd caught of her; Jus' starin' at tha body of Tomas. She threw tha knife spot on for being 'bout 18ft away. Jus' like when we was huntin', both her shot 'n mine hit at the same time… By tha time me 'n Rick got ta Tomas's body, her knife was gone and my bolt was on tha ground next to 'im, next ta the rusty ass knife he had. Rick started talk'n as we carried Tomas's body ta the burn pile, neither of us think'n ta bury 'im, "Daryl, I'm sorry about everything that has happened in the last couple of weeks. I let things get to me when I should've been looking out for group. Thank you for stepping up while I was out of it. You were right about Bella, I should be taking her help with praise instead of turning against it. That's why we're leaving to go with her in about 10 minutes if you're up for it." He went on 'bout medical stuff and food being there, but I just kept watch'n her. She'd shut down while Glenn was still talk'n an' walked off.

I'd never seen 'er not smile at tha kid, since he'd been nice ta her since day one; He'd noticed her eyes glaze over too as he turn'd ta me with a sad look on his face. Her limp was much more noticeable than this mornin' but her face gave nothin' away. She didn' wait for help or ask for any as she pulled herself up in the saddle; behind 'er Glenn dropped tha bucket he was gunna use ta help her up 'n follow'd 'er with his head down. She look'd past everyone as she head'd for the gate 'n went west.

She was 'head of everyone being on a horse, when a walker came out of tha woods; it was a newly turn'd one, still look'd alive 'cept for tha eyes. I saw 'er nock an arrow ta kill it but then she stopped 'n jus' starred at it comin' at 'er. I aimed and shot it 'for it even got close to 'er, 'n she jus' stared at it 'till her horse passed the body. Even T-dog turn'd ta look at me when that happen'd. I donno why everyone look'd ta me.. I didn' know what the fuck ta do; ain't ever understood women, not that I really tried all that much. Like this mornin', I still didn' know what the big deal was, I's jus' say'n she was heavy; didn' mean nothin else by it. x

She jus' starred at tha computer thing she had the rest of tha way until we arrived at tha bottom of a cliff face. I saw 'er put the computer away 'n get ready ta get off tha horse when Glenn rushed in an' grabbed her hips ta set 'er on the ground 'fore she jumped down; she still hit tha ground harder than she ought've, Glenn unable to hold 'er weight. Like I said, she's fuck'n heavy. She limp'd 'round lookin' for somethin'. Since no one else was gonna do it, I would "What are we look'n for Swan?" I ask'd. Her blank stare turn'd ta me, look'n more at chest level then my face; it was scary to see 'er face with no emotion at all. She finally blinked some and softly said "A door."

Well shit, that was tha last thing I 'xpected to look for out in the middle of tha woods, but 'least we had somethin' ta do. I thought we were goin' ta a cabin or a warehouse, maybe even some kinda clinic, not look'n for a door in the woods. I took in what was 'round me, look'n for anything outa place. Near tha base of the cliff was a tree that had a swan carved in it 'bout 8ft up; if that wasn't a sign, I donno what was. "Hey Swan, look" I said pointin' up. Her eyes finally focus'd on the swan and I saw a small smile. Thank fuck for that, cuz I didn' know what we were gonna do if she didn' snap out of it. She limped her way over to the cliff face next ta the tree, runnin' her hands along it. When she moved some Spanish moss over, I finally noticed it; a door camouflaged into tha rock face.

Go easy on me! It's been a while. Next Chapter is going to take some extra time with a letter from Alice and all that. Drop a review and let me know what you think! Zombieland reverence to Cardio rule. Yes Bella is being a little Emotional about killing people and all. Rick might be on the up and up.