Im feeling weird. DIzzy. I open my eyes, and I realise that I am in a cell block.

Is too dark and I cannot see a damm thing. I try to move but I'm handcuffed to the bunk. "Perfect, seems that they weren't that nice", I think to myself as I started to move, trying to get loose. I tried harder, but is not working, my wound started to bleed. I feel exhausted. I just can't take it anymore.

I hear some footsteps,

- Sarah is that you honey? - says a soft voice in the dark - Are you alright?

- No. - I don't know why I say that, but I do. - No, I'm not alright. How in hell could I be alright? I've lost my family, my best friend. I'm fucking alone in this shity world. I...I just can't take it anymore! .- I cry, for the first time since the world ended, I cry, loud.

I see the light of a flashligth entering the room, a woman handling it. She approached, with a soft smile in her lips.

- Honey, I'm Carol. You have been out for 2 days, we were really worried, mainly Daryl...don't tell him I've told that.- her smile widened as she mentioned his name.- You are not alone, Sarah, you are with us now. Your safe. As safer as you can be nowadays.

- Oh really? So why am I handcuffed them, huh?.- Im yelling now - Some twisted game you are playing? I'm done. Been there, done that. You'll never gonna break me, Carol, I'm already broken.

- Sarah, we are not going to hurt you.

I spit on her face,

- Don' t touch me, bicth! I yell

She moves, I feel the anger growing inside me, I really want to punch her in the face. RIght now, make her bleed. She is trying to pace herself, trying to find a way to get through me. "Not gonna happen, bitch!" I think to myself.

I see another flashlight getting closer, heavier footsteps. Daryl.

- I will take it from here, go to sleep Carol.

She smiles, rubbing his shoulder softly as she passed by. He takes a chair and sit down, bititng his botom lip.

- Look kiddo, there are some things ya need to know. - he is angry - First, we are not going to hurt ya, UNLESS ya try to hurt us. I will kill ya without blinking if you try something. Second, you are handcuffed because is safer for you and for us. What if you have died and turn into a walker, huh?. We are not twisted, and no, ya are not the only one broken in here. We've all lost people. I've lost my brother, Carol, she...she lost her little girl...- he looks down to his boots, taking his time. Carl, he have just lost his mom. So don't play victim with me, kiddo. You have a decision to make. You stay or you go. What do you chose?

- I...I stay...I'm sorry,... I just...I'm sorry ok? - I'm sobbing again... jesus... when I became such a pussy?

- Ok, ok, enough with the crying shit...now go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow.

He is already in the doorstep when he turn around:

- One more thing, kiddo...don't ya ever talk to Carol that way, understood?