Chapter 2 ~ Maddy's POV

Carl leaned in and scooped me up; I placed my arm around his neck and my other around the front side of his neck, grabbing his shoulder. He walks towards the front door, we just about reach the front door when a zombie tackled us from the side, causing Carl and me to fall to the ground.

Crap, oh crap, is Carl OK?

I take out my dagger from my pocket; the zombie crawls over us and grabs onto Carl's shirt, he groans but does nothing. Now!

I stab my dagger into the zombie's head, killing him instantly. The decayed body falls on top of my legs, and fully on top of Carl. Eugh.

I push the body off of Carl, and he moves out from underneath.

"Damn, looks like we 'ave a badass killer," the guy from before says, holding out his crossbow, which was loaded.

"You had it loaded and aimed the whole time?" I asked, a bit shocked that he didn't help.

"I wanted to see if you could kill," he replied, shrugging.

"One of us could have ended up dead, ya' know." I say, ending it there.

"It's okay Maddy, I'm fine," Carl says, scooping me up again. We reach the car and he places me on his lap, since there were no more seats left. Besides, I would feel more awkward sitting on any of the other's lap, I didn't even know their names. Crossbow guy sat in the driver's seat, and the girl with dread-locks and a wicked sword sat in the other front seat. At that moment, they both introduced themselves, Crossbow guy is called Daryl, sword chick is called Michonne and the other two are Carol and Glenn.

"Nice to meet y'all," I reply. I look at Carl and he smiles, reassuringly.

After a long car ride Carl says we're here as we pull up to a massive looking building, and then I notice the fences and towers around the place, the prison? They override it? Wicked!
We stop in front of two big gates and I just make out a woman with short brown hair, opening the gates and then quickly closing them as we drive onwards. We came to a stop; Carl opens the door quickly and lifts me out.

"Hey, Carl!" another boy around my age calls out, waving; he notices me and looks at Carl questioningly.

"This is Maddy, we found her and she's too weak to walk. Also, she had heaps of supplies!" Carl says, happily.

"Well hi there Maddy, I'm Sam," Sam says, holding out his hand. I take it in mine and shake it.

"Sup'," I reply.

A man with little facial hair walks out and see's all the supplies and then he turns to face Carl, he smiles at him but I just notice his eyebrows frown and a confused facial expression.

Carl's POV

My Dad walks up to us, first he shakes his hand through my, now quite long and scraggly, hair and welcomes both of us.

"Who's this Carl?" He asks, looking at Maddy.
"Carl, you can put me down, I reckon if I lean on you I could stand," she suggests, so I do and it works.

"This is Maddy, we found her in a house with all these supplies," I say, casually.

He looks at her for a while before talking again. "You look ill, everything okay? No bites?" he asks, anxiously.

"I checked and she has none, not even a scratch, she's ill beca- I say, but soon I get cut off.

"Depression," Maddy blurts out, unsure. "Because depression, I've lost so many loved ones, it was hard to go through," she says.

Well this was new, was she lying? If she wasn't, how come she didn't tell me before?

"Oh, okay. I'm sure we can help that, but first I have three questions. Can you swear to answer them truthfully?" he says, looking directly at Maddy.

"Sure I can," she says, confidently.

"One, how many walkers have you killed?" he says.

"Uh, walkers?" she asks, confused.

"Oh right, we call them walkers, you know, the zombies," I say.

"Oh, okay. I've killed quite a few, but I don't remember the exact amount," she replies.

"How many living people have you killed?" My Dad asks, with concern in his voice.

"I've killed one," she replies, with a sad tone of voice.

"Why?" Rick asks.

"He was bit, so I put him out of his misery before he turned," she mumbles.

Rick looks sad for a moment but then smiles happily and pats her on the shoulder, "Welcome to the prison," and then he walks away, grabbing the bags that were being unloaded. "Oh and Carl, show her to her cell, she can go in the one next to yours!" He shouts, as he hauls a bag onto his shoulder.

I pick Maddy up again and she laughs, and for once sounds genuinely happy, not sarcastic or depressed. Obviously, her usual emotions can't be helped, but I'm glad that I could make her a little happy once in a while. I casually walked past some people and into her cell, placing her down on the bottom bunk. "Welcome to you room, I know it's not much," I say, shrugging, "But at least you have a bed, I guess,"

"It's more than 'not much', I feel heaps safer of course. Thanks, again," she says, looking at me with hope in her eyes.

3 weeks later

After spending over 3 weeks at the prison, Maddy's gotten to know everyone quite well, she became close friends with Sam, Chelsea and I. I was glad she became friends Chelsea, we found Chelsea a while back. When we found her she had been tortured by bandits, she never told anyone what they did to her but I can imagine what they would have done. They did this because in her original survival group the group had hidden their great mass of supplies, so they had kidnapped her. For a little over a week she kept living with them torturing her day and night. Finally, she came through and told them, she just couldn't take it anymore. When they reached their camp, everyone had been killed, not by walkers but by people. The supplies were long gone, so they beat her up one last time and she was so close to death, but we found her just in time.

I took my breakfast and sat with Sam, Chelsea and Maddy. They were laughing at something as I sat down and I noticed the happy smile in Maddy's eyes. From the day she first laughed she never faked a laugh again, after being here for these past weeks she's recovered so much. We've even started training and I've noticed how great she is with a knife, especially her dagger she used to save my life a while back. But lately I've been wondering, and meaning to ask Michonne if she could train on a couple of walkers with her sword, I know we'd never find a sword but it would be cool to try it out some time.

"Morning Carl," Maddy says, grinning as she starts eating again.

"Morning," I say, happily. "Oh, and morning Sam, Chelsea,"

Sam and Chelsea burst into laughter and I feel my face blush a little.

"What? What's so funny?" Maddy whines, looking around at all of us.

"N-nothing," Chelsea says, only just managing to spit it out.

I capture the moment, everyone laughing happily, having fun, not caring about the many past deaths or traumatic events…

Michonne walks into the room and everyone turns their attention towards her as she violently shoves a young man, maybe fifteen or older, with jet black hair. I turn to face Maddy, to see what she thinks about, for a second her eyes had widen to the max and her mouth had opened a little, the shock on her face surprised me but as soon as it came it left and she struggled to look calm, but did nothing.

"Carl?" she whispered, "Carl, I need to get out of here, now,"

A/N; Hope you enjoyed, reviews much appreciated! :)