Walking Dead - The Boy in the Blue Hood.
Chapter 3
One week later
The moon was high in the sky, over the prison. Landon was outside. He sighed as he looked out over the farm. Long before the world went to shit. He dreamed of being a farmer. He also dreamed of being a firefighter. A cop. A doctor. He had dreamt of many things before the world went to shit. Now he doesn't dream. Landon laughed to himself. Dreams were for the weak, who want to be strong. Now he was strong. It only took the world to die so that he would become strong. Landon tightened his hand in to a fist. He hated that need the end of the world to be strong. But if he wasn't then he would be weak, and relying on others to keep him safe. Ether that or he would be dead.
Landon turned when he heard footsteps. Landon released the tension in his hand. A smile reappeared on his face. A man step up next to him. He was a young man, a little older than him. He had blonde hair, and the slight image of stumble on his face. He had a knife in his pouch. The only type of weapon the prison council would allow Landon and his group to carry. But there was no rule about how man knifes you were allow. Landon himself carried two. On was on his belt, the other was on a leather band tucked up his shelve Easy and smile for him to reach. He would have wished they allow him to carry King Slayer. But you win some you lose some.
The man came to a halt by Landon. "I heard you coming ages ago." Landon said cynically. The man opened his mouth to speak. "Don't make excuses. You were sloppy." The man nodded. He went to speak again. "But I understand. You thought now that we are other people you want to relax. But we can't. Now if anything we have to be more careful." The man nodded. "So what did you need Matthew?"
Matthew drew in a breathe. "I have a gift from Kara. She said you wanted a file on everything we know about the people here and The Governor. But..." The man stopped himself from saying anymore. Landon looked at him. The man immediately continued. "But I don't understand why sir? We already know everything The Governor knows about your brother."
Landon smiled. "But do we? For all we know he be lying. And that's why I need the file." Landon said. He knew it didn't answer the question, but that's all he was willing to give. Matthew must have realized this as he nodded, handed Landon a rolled up piece of paper, and then he left to where he came from.
Landon was glad to be on his own again. He was about to unroll the paper. But a noise from behind stopped him again. More footsteps. These ones were lighter. A woman. He was quick to slip the paper away up his left shelve. Once the woman was close enough, Landon realized who they were. The blonde girl he met the first day they arrived. Beth. She walked up to him. She looked cold. Landon turned to her, smiling. "Hey." He said cheerfully.
She smiled back. "Hey" she replied. She rapped her arms around her for warmth. "How aren't you cold?" Landon began laughing. She looked at him confused. "What?" He began to laugh harder. "What's so funny?"
"That you didn't notice me wearing a jacket." Landon said. He wiped his eyes clear of the water that was forming. Beth huffed and turned away from him. Landon looked at her. She was only wearing a t-shirt. Landon sighed. Then he unzipped his jacket, and placed in on her shoulders. Beth turned back at him. Shock painted on her face. "What?" Now he was confused. Beth looked at Landon and saw that he was wearing a long shelve shirt. Beth opened his mouth to speak but Landon interrupted her. "You looked cold." He stated simply.
Beth looked away as she felt her checks heat up. "Thank you." She said. Landon smiled. They stood in silent for a while. Nether saying anything. That was until someone called Beth's name. "Well I better be going." She said as she removed the jacket of her shoulders. She handed the jacket back to Landon. Before she ran off back inside. Landon shook his head as he pulled his jacket back on.
Landon Headed inside of the room he was given. He share it with a few of the others. He didn't minded. In fact he preferred it. Less cleaning. Plus none of the women would come in here to clean. Landon unrolled the paper from before. He took his time reading. Not wanting to miss anything. He was actually surprised of how much there knew. But that being said there was nothing about his brother he didn't all ready know. And that was pissing him off. After torturing the cover for so long only know did he know he was wasting time here with these people. Landon rolled up the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. He sucked in a breathe. It was getting harder to find a way to push forward. He tighten his hand I'm to a fist again. Then he punched a wall.
He pulled back his hand. He looked at it. His knuckles were red. Bruises would should show. A cough made him spin around startled. Standing in front of him was John, he was smiling. "Well I see you that you still haven't learn to control your anger." Landon was now smiling.
"You know me, John." Landon said. "I was never good at." John burst out laughing. Landon shook his head. "Any word from the advanced party?" John stopped laughing quickly. He now shook his head. Landon nodded his head. "You know what that means."
John nodded. "Their either dead or captured." He walked towards Landon, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Don't blame yourself Landon." Landon nodded. John nodded back before turning and walking to the door.
"I still have to know." Landon said as John left. "I'm going after them."
Meanwhile
Three people sat in a cage. All staring inwards. All badly beaten and bruised. Two women and one man. The cage door suddenly opened. Another man was thrown inside the cage. He was also badly beaten. Another man stood at the entrance of the cage. "Welcome to hell." He said before slamming the door. The new man reach it to his pocket and pulled out a photo. A photo of him, and Landon.
