Dawn slammed me hard against the wall twice. I grimaced from the pain, I got the wind knocked out of me a little bit. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She screamed in my face. I was completely unfazed though.

"Where is my brother?" I yelled back. She slapped me hard across my face.

"You killed my ward!" She yelled and let go of me. "Why would you do that?" She lowered her tone. "And you escaped." She hissed.

"Where is my brother?" I said again ignoring everything she said to me. "I have a right to know!"

"He's being taken care of." She said blankly. I gritted my teeth at her in anger. Why can't she just tell me? And what does that mean? If they do anything to Carl, I swear I'll…

"You should rest up for now." Dawn said to me and started to leave the room. She stopped and looked back. "Glad to have you back. I knew you would be."

All the anger inside me erupted. "GO TO HELL!" I yelled. I quickly took my boot off and threw it at the door. It looked like she smirked before she walked away. I was so mad that I started kicking and punching the wall.

Eventually, I dropped to the floor and cried. I wasn't scared or sad, I was just extremely angry and frustrated.

I was allowed out of solitary confinement once I calmed down. While walking down the hall, I ran into my brother. "Carl!" I called.

"Abby!" He yelled back. We ran to each other and hugged briefly. We pulled apart and I studied him.

"Did they hurt you?" I asked wide-eyed.

"No." He shook his head. "But it looks like they did to you."

I relaxed a little when I saw that he was okay. "I've had worse."

"Carl. Abby." Dawn said walking down the hall towards us. "Both of you in my office now."

I glanced at my brother, he looked nervous. "It's okay." I reassured him. "They aren't going to do anything." I put my arm around him. With that, we followed Dawn into her office.

"You listen to everything I tell you and don't take handouts from these people." I told Carl. We were sitting on the floor of Dawn's office waiting for her to come back. "And don't make friends either."

"Why?" He questioned.

I exhaled sharply before answering. "We won't be here for very long." He gave me a nervous look. "It's okay. Just…do what I say." I nodded.

Just then, the door opened and Dawn walked inside with another cop. "It's time for you two to learn your new jobs." She stated. I was scowling at her. "Abby." She turned her attention to me. "You will no longer be assisting Dr. Edwards. Instead you will be O'Donell's, here, new ward." She pointed at the other officer in the room.

"Hey, there." He gave me a smug smile. I glared at him. I was a little confused. I thought for sure she was going to make me her new ward since I killed Noah.

"And as for Carl," Dawn paused and looked at me, "he will be my new ward."

My head shot up. "What?" I snapped. "Why him? I'm the one that killed Noah. He didn't do anything!" I was getting angrier and angrier.

"I know. And that's your punishment for killing my ward." She said. I looked at her with fire in my eyes. I know exactly what she's doing! She knows that she can't hurt me, but she also knows that she can by harming my brother. I was fuming. I just wanted to stab her repeatedly in her annoying face! "And your other punishment for escaping," she continued, "is that you will not be permitted to see or talk to your brother for as long as you live here."

My eyes widened. "You can't do that." I started shaking my head. I heard Carl make a weird noise and quickly glanced at him, he looked desperate. I can't protect him if I'm not there. I looked back at Dawn. "You can't do that." I stood up and pounded my fists on her desk.

She was just staring at me. "O'Donell, take Abby to her new room and get her settled." He started making his way to me.

"No!" I yelled.

"Come here!" He grabbed me and pulled me towards the door.

"Abby!" Carl yelled and tried to run to me but Dawn held him back.

"Carl!" I reached for him. The other cop lifted me and began taking me down the hall. "No! Let me go!" I screamed. "Carl! Carl! No!" I fought as hard as I could but that guy was just stronger than me. I could hear Carl yelling for me as well. I kicked, bucked and screamed just like a little kid having a temper tantrum. "Carl!"

"Shut up!" He threw me in a room. I looked up at him and spit so he slapped me hard in the face. It hurt bad but I didn't let him see. I looked back up at him and he slapped the other side of my face.

I sat on the floor of my new room. I refused to change into the scrubs they left for me. All I could think about was Carl. They better not do anything to him. And what the hell are my dad and the others doing? They should be here by now. I know how smart my dad is and so is Daryl. I guarantee he found the words I wrote in the dirt. So what was taking them so long? As much as I hate to admit it, we can't get out this time on our own.

"What are you really mad about?" I heard Dawn say. I saw her standing in the doorway, I didn't even know she was there. "You don't want to be here." She said when I didn't reply. "I get that." She walked more into the room. "But the real thing is that…you're not a tough as you look." I glared at her. "You just pretend to be." She stood there staring at me while I glared at her. "Admit it…you feel bad about what you did to Noah." She was pushing me. I looked down at the mention of his name, his face flashed through my mind. I immediately shook that thought. "You do, don't you?"

"Shut up!" I yelled at her. "You don't know anything about me so stop pretending like you do!"

She let out a laugh. "Oh, I know all about you." She nodded. "You're the kind of person who gets others hurt or killed because you're not smart."

My eyes widened for a second and I just looked at her for a moment. "Shut up." I looked back down angrily.

"And you act out." She continued. "This is where you belong. You need to be kept in line."

I exhaled sharply because I was getting very mad. "Shut your mouth." I said slowly.

"And you have no self control." She gave me a serious look.

"Shut the fuck UP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I immediately regretted that, I let her get the best of me. Proving her point.

She smirked and shook her head. "See what I'm talking about…you can't even have a normal conversation without flipping out. It's like you're a child." She said lightly. I still looked at her angrily but calmed down a little. I decided not to say anything else to her. "We can fix that though." Dawn continued. "We can help you. As I said, this is where you belong."

Just then, we heard some gunshots outside. My eyes widened and I looked towards the window even though we were on one of the top floors. Dawn quickly spoke into her walkie. "Shepherd?" She said. She didn't get a response. Suddenly, there were gunshots everywhere and a loud commotion down the hall. "What the hell?" Dawn said and ran out of the room. I ran out too. It's gotta be my dad and the others. I perked up. "Stay back!" She said to me.

"Are you kidding?" I let out a laugh. "You know what this is." She gave me a dirty look and ran down another hall. I went down the opposite. I have to find my brother and a weapon so I can help.

I passed a nurses cart and grabbed a little knife from it, then hurried down the hall. "Hey!" Someone yelled. I assumed they were talking to me and slowly turned around with the knife behind my back. It was O'Donell.

"What's going on?" I pretended to be afraid.

"We're being attacked." He said. "Just follow me." I nodded and once he turned around, I stabbed him in the back of the neck with the little knife a bunch of times. He grimaced and tried to spin around, but I quickly kicked him hard in the back of his leg. He fell to the ground on his front so I jumped on his back so he couldn't shoot me and fought him for this gun. I got it eventually and shot him in the back, twice. I ran down the hall with my gun up. The gunshots were getting closer.

"Carl!" I yelled. "Carl, where are you?" I ran down more halls. "Come on, kid, where are you?"

"Abby?" I heard. I spun around and he was there.

"Carl." We ran to each other and hugged. "Are you hurt?" He shook his head. "Come on, time to get the fuck outta here." We turned and ran down the hall. I made sure my brother was behind me because I had the only gun.

I noticed while I was running around that most of the gunfire died down. We passed several dead bodies in the hallways. A lot of them were people in scrubs, so they were innocent. Don't think about that. I told myself. "Come on." I said to my brother.

Suddenly, we heard voices. "Stay here." I said to Carl. I walked slowly around the corner and saw Dawn, her back was to me. My dad was there too! They were pointing guns at each other.

"You don't have the right." Dawn said. "You don't have the right!" She yelled at my dad. I quickly ran out and shot her in the head without even thinking. I watched her go down and walked closer to make sure she was completely dead. Then, I looked up at my dad. He looked a little shocked.

"Carl." I called. He came out and ran to my dad once he saw him. The three of us hugged.

"Are you guys okay?" He asked us with full dad concern. We both just nodded. I heard doors open and saw Daryl walk into the hallway, we locked eyes.

"We good down here?" Daryl asked my dad.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"We got everyone back here." Daryl said. Carl began walking in his direction. My dad kept me there for a minute and looked at me.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said nonchalantly. He still stared at me. I didn't like it so I walked passed him. Daryl put his hand on my back as I walked by.

"You good?"

"Yup." I said and continued walking without a second thought.

Everybody was gathered in a little lounge room. Tara got shot during the ambush and Rosita was tending to her wound. My dad said we should just chill here for a while until everyone is recovered and we decided on our next move. I got bored during and started making a puzzle that I found on a shelf in there. I was keeping it together, not like some of the others. Daryl sat down in front of me. "Want some help?"

I gave him an almost surprised look. I didn't think he would be interested in making a puzzle. Maybe he was just trying to be nice. "Sure, if you want to." I shrugged and pushed the outline I had built already closer to him. "Mmm." I looked at the one puzzle piece trying to figure out where it goes.

"Looks like right there." Daryl pointed. I leaned up, I had to reposition myself so I could reach and was now on my knees in the chair.

"Oh yeah." I said. "It fits." Daryl was picking up more pieces and trying to fit them in somewhere.

I noticed some scribbled writing on the box and picked it up. "What's this?" I said. "Don't think that…" I trailed off. It was hard to read their writing. "That all the…pieces…are there." My shoulders slumped. "Don't think that all the pieces are there." My mouth gaped open. "Are you serious? I spent so much time on this."

Daryl chuckled and we continued to build the puzzle anyway. "Speakin' 'a writin'," Daryl started, "you wrote 'white cross' in the dirt, right?" Oh yeah! I almost forgot about that! I just nodded. "That was good thankin'." He said. "And smart of you." I looked down a little embarrassed because compliments make me uncomfortable.

"You okay?" I heard my dad say. I turned my head and realized he was talking to my brother, he looked a little…bothered?

"Yeah, it's just…" Carl started but then trailed off. "A lot of these people were innocent…and were being kept here. They didn't deserve to die." He said it quietly but I still heard. My dad nodded and said something but I couldn't hear his response.

Something snapped in me just then. "Who cares?" I said. It was like everyone in the room turned their attention to me after that. "They all would have died anyway once they got out of here." I shook my head and looked back down at the puzzle because I didn't want to look at them.

After a minute, it seemed like everyone just went back to their conversations and stuff. I was thankful because it got real awkward in there after my comment. However, when I looked up, Daryl was staring at me. "What?" I said. He shrugged and shook his head. I looked at him for a few seconds then went back to the puzzle. There were only a few pieces left. I quickly put them in, but there was one space left and no more pieces. "Oh my God." I let out a small laugh. "Are you serious? One piece?"

Daryl shook his head with a smirk. "Assholes." He pushed the puzzle together with both hands causing it to come apart.

"Hey!" I said. "I was gonna leave that there."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said. "I'm sorry, Abby." He smirked. I could tell he really wasn't though.

"Mhm." I said sarcastically then sighed. "Oh well." I put all the pieces back in the box and started to shake it up. You never know if someone else will find it and want to entertain themselves.

"Shhh." My dad said to me cause I was being too loud with the box, I guess.

I gave him a stupid look. "Everyone's dead." I reminded him.

"So, what do we do now?" Glenn said after some time. "Just chill here?"

"For now." Daryl replied.

"I say we start looking for supplies." Michonne suggested. "I bet they have food stored."

I perked up a little. "They have tons of food here." I stood up. "I can bring some up."

My dad looked hesitant. "Mm…no, honey, you don't have to."

"I know where the cafeteria is." I cocked an eyebrow at him. "And I'll be fine." I turned and headed out the door before he could say anything else. Something made me look back and I glanced just in time to see my dad and Daryl share a look. Daryl nodded at my dad then grabbed his crossbow and began following me. I turned back around shaking my head. Although, I was a little excited to be alone with him again. I smiled inside.

"Don't put anythang in yer bag yet." Daryl said. "Set everythang up on the counter so we can decide what to take."

I gave him a weird look. "We're gonna take it all."

"Nah." Daryl said quickly. "Stuff like this," he held up a bunch of bananas and some tomatoes, "we'll just go bad before we eat it."

"Well, then, looks like we better have a feast today." I smiled. Daryl sighed. I giggled and opened a can of soda and took a sip.

"So…you okay?" Daryl asked me.

I gave him a quick glance. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I just mean…when you was here. And ya killed that woman."

"So?" I shrugged. I quickly changed the subject before he said anything else. "Coke is so much better than Pepsi." I added. He seemed to let it go.

"Sure is." Daryl stole my drink and took a huge gulp. My mouth gaped open.

"Excuse me," I started, "there was a whole box over there." I pointed.

"Yeah? So go get another."

I huffed. "Jerk." I went over to grab another soda when I spotted a can of whip cream. I got extremely excited. "Hey, watch this trick." I said to Daryl. He looked at me. I squirted some whip cream into a perfect little ball on the top of my hand then smacked my wrist real hard causing the small cream ball to fly in the air then caught it in my mouth. I smiled up at Daryl as I ate it.

He raised his eyebrows and gave a small smile. "Impressive." He said. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I looked right at him and squirted more into my mouth. He grabbed the can off of me and did the same. I reached for it back but he pulled away and ate some more.

"Hey!" I complained and tried to grab it again. He held it up over my head with a smirk. I gave him a look and crossed my arms over my chest. "That's not even funny."

"Sorry." He held it out for me to take. I reached for it but he pulled it away again and ate some more.

"I hate you." I pouted dramatically as a joke. He laughed.

"Here." He put it up to my face like he was going to squirt it for me and put his other hand on the back of my neck. Oh okay. I like that. I almost started panting. I smiled then opened my mouth. He pressed it and squirted some in my mouth then all on my face. I backed up immediately with wide-eyes and looked at him. He laughed.

"Daryl!"

"Yer too easy. Ya fall fer anythang." He teased.

I wiped the whip cream from my face and then gave him a sly look. "Okay." I nodded. "I see how it is. It's time for some payback." I was so going to get him back for that.

"Alright." Daryl said with raised eyebrows like he didn't believe me. He drank the rest of his soda down, crushed the can and threw it then burped really loud.

"Ew." I said then laughed. I glanced around at a shelf with drinks. I grabbed a pack that was on the top and apparently there was a loose one, it fell out and hit me in the mouth. "Ow." I backed up quickly.

"Ya alright?" Daryl was right there.

"Yeah." I sucked on my lip and tasted blood. "But I think—I think my stitches opened back up."

"Lemme see." He put his hand under my chin and lifted. I felt his thumb wipe away the blood that was forming. My heart skipped a beat. "It looks okay." He nodded still looking at it. "Still, I would have Rosita take a look at it and maybe stitch ya back up." He let me go.

I nodded and went back to what I was doing before that can attacked me. I saw several weird drinks in cartons. I picked one up. "What the hell is coconut water?"

Daryl snorted. "Yer askin' the wrong person, sis."

I froze. There it is again! I had forgotten about that. My good mood was completely gone. Our sweet moment had gone sour just like that. I almost gave him a dirty look. "Well, we wasted enough time here, we should get back." I snapped. Daryl turned and gave me a look. I ignored it and packed the items we were taking in my bag. He did the same.

Once we were done, I headed for the door. "Hey, hold up." Daryl called to me. I kept walking. "Abigail!" Daryl barked. I stopped and turned to face him. "I said wait fer me." He said roughly. I rolled my eyes at him. I could tell by the look he gave me that he didn't like my sudden change in attitude. "What are you, bipolar or somethin'?" I just looked at him.

Suddenly, I heard a growl right next to my head, a walker came around the corner. I turned fast as lightning and stabbed it. I turned to him for a second, he looked shocked, probably because of how fast I killed that walker, then I began walking back to where we left everyone else.

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