Now, that I've updated again, you'll get to know more about Camilla's back story and how she relates to the characters! Hopefully you like it!
The next morning, everyone woke to enraged rambling, none of it understandable of course. Daryl, clearly pissed off, having only a few hours of sleep, stepped out of his cell with his only fire arm. He swiftly made it down the stairs to see that everyone was awake and annoyed as well.
He turned towards the cell bars that currently held a pissed of T-bag. He glared at Daryl and let out a snarl of sorts, anger still conturing his face. With that, Daryl continued walking towards the bars, a blank expression still eminent on his face. He bent down and sent a warning glare at the rest of the group. "You are to leave Camilla alone, or you can deal with me. Got it." He finished, frustration and warning still evident in his expression.
He then picked himself up off the ground and made his way to Camilla's cell, clearing his face of all anger. He entered her cell to see her curled up in a ball on one corner of her bed. Something inside him broke. The tear marks were still evident on her face. He swiftly stepped over and tapped her shoulder. She woke up with fright but, calmed some when she noticed it was Daryl.
Daryl and Camilla always had this older brother, younger sister relationship. Though they weren't biologically related, Daryl spent much of his teen years supervising and caring for her. Daryl cared for her more then any one ever had. After her mother died when she was 9 years old, she became contained and very quiet. She grew up emotionally independant. Though she always held contant vigilance until of course her father was imprisoned. Being the daughter of a serial killer made her the perfect victim to steriotypes and rumors. When she graduated middle school, she escaped from her foster home, which she had been put into after he father had been imprisoned.
She grew up moving from alleyway to alleyway. She But now he was there. She was safe. She'd never made a better decision then to go with the group into the prison, then again, her father was the biggest threat of them all.
She gave him a weak smile and he grinned slightly back, Daryl never was one for smiling. She then sat properly on her bed and patted the spot beside her. Daryl took the seat without hesitation. "You know, Theodore isn't that big of a deal. I know you could take him on if ya needed to." Daryl said encouragingly. She grinned at this. "Yeah, but you know how he is, he'll take everyone down with him." He stated, he mood dulling slightly.
Daryl then placed his hand on her shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze. She then heard footsteps coming up the metal stairs. She tensed and Daryl got up from his seat. He was still holding his pistol, which was bazzar for him. He turned just in time to see Rick turn the corner. He then stuck the gun into the back of his torn jeans.
"Breakfast is ready, or whats left for breakfast. Speaking of, Daryl we need to go out for supplies today." Rick stated, a light smile on his face. He looked sleep deprived and tired, though no one put much thought into it, seeing as everyone looked like that.
Daryl nodded courteously and Rick left the cell. Daryl then helped Camilla off the prison bed and they stumbled out of the cell. They were having a quiet conversation while they headed down stairs. As soon as they turned down the stairs and Camilla saw T-bag, her expression went stern.
Daryl felt Camilla grip harder on his arm.
They continued to walk towards the table. Daryl was quick to pick up what looked like oatmeal and Camilla picked one up as well. They quickly rushed back upstairs, Daryl glaring harshly at T-bag the entire time. Camilla sat down outside her cell. Daryl then knelt down. and placed his hand on her shoulder. "You know, no ones gonna let T get to ya. Everyone hates him." He said this earnestly and then stood and walked down to his cell. She then began eating in silence.
She then heard someone come up the stairs and sit beside her. She turned quickly to see a boy in his mid to late teens. He gave her a light smile. She returned it. "I'm L.J." He stated crisply. "She then turned to him. "Camilla, nice to meet you L.J." She stated, already knowing they were going to get along with each other. He then pulled a knife out from his boot and handed it to her. She gave him a confused look. " In case T-bag gives you any trouble. I saw what happened yesterday and I'm not going to ask you about it, it's your business, not mine. But, I though you'd be safer with this." He stated shakily. She took the knife graciously from his hand and placed it beside her.
"He's my father you know, T-bag. He's just an asshole." She stated, putting her head in her hands. "You know, my father, maybe you'v heard of him. Lincoln Burrows, supposed killer of the vice presidents brother. He was going to be exectuted. I hated him for the longest time. I always thought he was an emotionless killer, but I know now that he isn't. People are redeamable, but you have to give them the chance." He stated, quietly. Placing his hand back on her shoulder and lightly squeezing. He then got up and walked back to his cell.
She didn't look up once. She just kept looking at the floor. She then let a single tear fall from her stoic face. She was quick to remove to monstrosity from her face. She then lifted herself off the ground and stepped into her cell. She then looked at herself in the mirror. She had easily lost 10 pounds in the last month or so. Then again, everyone had. Tyrese had made it very clear that he would not eat unless everyone else did. So, he never got to eat.
She would give him her food the majority of the time. She would always state that she'd already eaten. She considered Tyrese a father of sorts. He stood up for them all, he seemed a lot like Rick.
She then fixed her hair and prepared for the introduction. They were all going to know exactly who she was. No one ever did, it was an embarressment. Her mother even had his name taken off the birth certificate. She exhaled and closed her eyes.
She stood for a moment and then opened them, expecting it to be a dream. She then stepped back out of her cell, he improved attitude bringing her a new found confidence. She then placed her thin hand on the metal handrail and started down the stairs. As soon as she was at the bottom, she could feel every eye on her, but she didn't fault. Almost immediatly, Daryl was within a close distance of her and T-bag was giving her an expression of deep regret and distress.
She then thought back to what L.J had said, about forgiving and giving a chance to those who don't deserve it. She then turned back towards T-bag and silently stepped towards the bars. She then becconned over Carl, who quickly opened the cell door.
She stepped inside and willed Carl to lock the doors again. She then stepped over to the rusting table in the back corner of the small room and sat on the furthest bench. T-bag hesitantly sat opposite to her. His head was bowed in shame. "You know, when they first told me what you'd done, I didn't beleive them. I had this reliance on the belief that a father couldn't be a killer. I relied on the concept of a father, not actually the person. I didn't see you for who you really were until about a year ago. When I was watching the news and they were talking about a young girl who commited suicide. Her father beat her and her mother was a drug addict." Camilla stated, solomnly. The words stung T-bag. "I related. I thought, that could have been me. I could be lying in the ground with a bullet hole in my head. It would be over. It would have been so much easier. For the last year, I didn't have a father. Not because you weren't there, but because I couldn't face the reality of who you were." She continued, her expression changing to one of sadness. His expression continued to falter, as much as he tried to hold a stoic expression. "I almost wished that could have been me. I wouldn't have to deal with all the scars and pity. But I didn't. You want to know why?" She asked. Not looking at him directly. He then lifted his head. "Why?" He asked, his voice matching his broken expression. "because I was strong. You know, Daryl saved my life. Without him, that girl on the news, that'd be me." She finished. Dropping her head once again.
T-bag had never felt so much regret before. Hell, he'd never felt anything before. Being a sociopath will do that to you. He felt something in him break when he realized what he'd done to his own daughter. He'd beaten her half to death. He'd even let Merle get in a couple punches. And though he didn't want to believe it, it was in fact Daryl who'd been there. And internally, he thanked him.
Camilla then got up to leave. "Im sorry." He stated quickly, not really thinking about what to say next.
Everyone was still watching them. She was shocked T-bag was even showing any emotion at all. She turned to look at him. " Im sorry that I wasn't there. I don't deserve to be a father, and believe me, I know that. I was stupid. I was an alcoholic douchbag who didn't know what he had until it was gone." He finished, his emotional wall breaking.
Camilla then glanced at L.J, who was sporting a concerned look but grinned at her glance. She then turned back to T-bag. "You know, someone once told me that I should forgive those who don't deserve it. And yes, you don't deserve it, but forgivness is something that must be earned. I need to forgive, not forget." She finished. She quickly got up and stepped out the gates.
Rick then left them open for Theodore but he didn't move.
Camilla then walked towards her cell and dropped onto the bed.
I know this entire chapter was about Camilla and T-bag but I promise, the next chapter is about everyone. I just felt the need to give kind of a back story and all that because she is a new character. Sooo, I hope you liked it. REVIEWS HELP!