Back again! So, as I said before, this story will be about all characters, not just Camilla! Hope you like it!
Daryl had been watching the entire interaction between both T-bag and L.J, and despite how much of a risk Camilla took, he was proud of her. After spending more then enough time suspiciously grinning like an idiot, he backed back into his cell.
He then sat down lazily on his bed. Being in the mood he was in, he figured he'd pull out what he took from personals. He pulled out the flimsy paper bag with Merle's name written messily on it. He opened the bag and pulled out the contents.
Inside were a variety of things inside the bag. 'watch, boots, wallet...' He mumbled to himself. He then pulled the last of the contents out of the bag. The last thing pulled out of the bag was a thin and worn out photograph.
He gripped it in his calloused hands and observed it as if he hadn't seen the photo hundreds of times before. It was a photo of both himself and Merle as children. Daryl had been about 8 and Merle had been about 17. Obviously both their mother and father had been absent from the photo.
Daryl winced slightly when he thought about his parents. His mother had been involved in a fatal car accident a few weeks after the photo had been taken and their father was abusive and he had the scars to prove it. As soon as he thought about the scars he brought his hand to his right side and was able to feel the scar that lined from his right shoulder blade to his stomach.
He was quick to remove those thoughts. He carefully put all of the contents of the bag, back in the bag and stuffed it securely under his bed. Standing, he left the cell.
Meanwhile, Rick, Glenn and T-dog were once again surrounding the table in the center of the cell block. The were organizing a supplies run and were currently contemplating the involvement of the newer groupies.
"I don't know man. We don't know anything about them. They were in prison for gods sake!" Glenn protested. Maggie noticed Glenns concern from across the block and walked towards him. She sat beside him on the dented bench and placed her hand over his, which were currently balled up in frustration. His fists relaxed slightly but he continue to reject their involvement.
"We've done just as many crimes as they have. We're no better. Glenn, I understand your objection but we need their help, and they need ours." Rick forced, still trying to keep the peace. Glenn eventually began accepting the fact that they all relied on eachother, but still wanted to find out more about them.
Rick then stood from the table and walked confidently over to Micheal, who was currently in deep conversation with Sucre and C-note. "Micheal, could I talk to you for a moment." Rick stated, getting the small groups attention. Micheal nodded and stood. Rick lead him over to the table which had now been emptied of the group who'd been previously conversing there.
"Our group has been discussing whether or not it would be safe for you guys to stay with us. No offense, but we don't know any of you. I'd just like to know who's dangerous. Its just precaution." Rick stated, being careful not to offend him. Micheal didn't seem to take any offense to his request and began speaking. "Well, my brother Lincoln, he's no issue. He was falsly accused. Abruzzi, mob boss. Being a cop, you should already know all this but hes not any danger. Unless you consider the rivalry between him and T-bag. T-bag is probably the worst of us, but I highly doubt he'll pull anything. He honestly looks like crap. Tweener and Seth are no big deal. I honestly have no clue why'd they'd put them in a maximum security prison. Tweener was theft and Seth was car jacking. Sucre is probably one of the more innocent of us. His story is one that most would be appauled by. He stole from a convenient store and they stuffed him here. C-note was military in Iraq. And well, I'm here for robbery as well." He stated, his expression saddening slightly.
"Thank you, we really appreciate the assurance. We'd also like to ask you if your group would like to collect supplies with us later today." Rick asked urgently, looking over his shoulder at Andrea and Glenn who were now organizing a dufflebag of weapons. They looked back and nodded.
"I'd have to talk to them, if you haven't noticed they're still pretty reluctant. But, I'd go if people are needed. You took us in even though you didn't have to, we owe you." Micheal added with a slight grin. Rick nodded and they both got out of their seats, Rick to talk to his group and Micheal to his.
Micheal walked authoritatively over to his group which was already forming. "Papi, what'd the cop have to say to you?" Sucre rushed. Micheal glanced at him and then to the rest of the group minus T-bag who was sitting in one of the cells, Mahone who was avoiding everyone and Veronica who was now leaning over the railing on the second floor of cells. "He requested our involvement in a supplies run. We know our way around the prison. Let alone the fact that they took us in despite what we've done." Micheal pushed, noticing their hesitant expressions.
Lincoln then stepped to the front of the group and started backing Micheal up. "I know we're all gonna have issues trusting people, hell if you haven't noticed we've been in prison, some of us longer then others..." He glanced at Westmoreland. "But we need to trust and be trusted, or we're not gonna survive. I'm sure as hell in." Lincoln stated. At this L.J stepped out from behind Sucre and added. "I'm in." He stated. Lincoln then glanced nervously at him but, dropped his expression when C-note stepped up and nodded at Micheal. Agreeing to the supplies run. Within a few minutes, everyone in the group had agreed and Micheal was off to consult Mahone.
Camilla had fallen asleep and was now being shooken awake by someone. Assuming it was Daryl, seeing as close to no one had come to talk to her. She reluctantly opened her eyes and was shocked to say the least at seeing L.J. "Sorry to wake you up, but that cop guy, Rick or whatever was looking for people who wanted to go on a supplies run, and I, well I was wondering if you wanted to come to." L.J asked nervously. Camilla smirked at him and lifted herself out of her bed and stretched her arms and stood. L.J looked at her impressed at how quickly she was able to get out of bed to do something she didn't have to do.
Camilla was lead out of the cell by L.J and they were both leaning on the railing looking down at the people down on the first floor of the cell block who looked like buzzing bees in a hive. People were rushing back and forth, preparing for the supplies run that was bound to be massive due to the amount of people going. L.J tapped her shoulder, signalling that he'd be down getting ready and suggesting that if she was going that she get ready also. She watched as L.J became one of the many buzzing bees and she then turned back into her cell and looked in the mirror. She then noticed the state her hair was in. It looked like a mass of long platinum frizz. She grabbed the worn hairbrush out of the duffle bag underneath her bed and stroked her hair until it was straight and controllable. She had a feeling Daryl would object to her going, still looking at her as a younger sister, but she needed to make him realize that she'd been out there from the very beginning.
She grabbed her knife and a shank she'd found in her cell when she 'moved' in. She then changed into her tank top and black jeans and she pulled on her combat boots who'd seen better days. She pulled her hair back into a neat pony tail and shoved her pistol into the back of her jeans. Taking one last look in the mirror, she stepped out of the cell. She began walking out to where L.J was staring at her. She leaned on the wall next to her. Not noticing Daryl staring at the two of them. Daryl had been standing with Rick and T-dog who were getting ready to get confirmations as to who was joining them on the run. Daryl glanced at T-bag who continued to look grimly at the ceiling on the top bunk, he clearly hadn't noticed Camilla had obliged to go on the run. That or he didn't care.
Carol was rationing the food. They had been really low on food seeing as they had a minimal amount of time to get out of Hersels farm when it had been over run. Andrea, still being reluctant, had refused to help with anything that most of the men had suggested the women do. She slightly agreed with Andrea's point but Andrea didn't realize that this work had to get done. Both Maggie and Beth had obliged to help with the less violent work, more of a request by Hershel then themselves but they didn't object to the jobs. Glenn would occasionally come and help with the laundry or rationing when Maggie was around. Rick had him on supplie runs the majority of the time. That's what he was good at.
The one she knew to be Veronica had asked on many occasions if she could help with anything, but Carol knew she wanted to be doing something more purposeful and Carol would ask her to go on watch. Veronica seemed to like the job more than rationing.
Micheal was getting the group ready. His side of the group that had decided to go on the run were himself, Lincoln, L.J, Seth, Tweener, C-note, Sucre and surprisingly Mahone. Mahone was quick to agree, most likely because of all the boredom that had been pent up inside him from the last two days of avoiding everyone.
Meanwhile, Daryl had began preparing himself for the run. Initially he had no interest in coming, but once he found out Camilla was involved with it, there was no doubt that he was coming with her. When Merle and himself moved from Alabama to Georgia, they had to say goodbye and that hurt Daryl more than he cared to admit. He wouldn't lose the only person who fully understood him. He didn't have to hide from her, he was his sister, blood or not. Thats who she was, and nothing would change that.
Camilla was now talking to L.J. She avoided looking at her father. She grabbed one of the small paper plates that held a small amount of lukewarm beans and a few stale chips. She sent an appreciative glance at Carol, Maggie and Beth before grabbing one of the water bottles and setting off to sit with L.J infront of his cell. Once she arrived, they merged themselves into a conversation, avoiding all personal topics. Mostly just small talk. They only stopped talking when Rick announced that they'd be leaving in the next few minutes. Camilla lazily lifted her body off the wall with help from L.J and they both set off to stand in the group. This was obviously a huge deal. Rick was testing character as well as seeing who he could trust. This was detrimental to their survival, if Rick's group didn't trust them, they wouldn't be capable of surviving out there. Leaving the prison would be a death sentence.
Soooo, how'd you guys like it. I'm sorry for taking so long to update, but its SUMMER! I've had alot of other things to do, making it somewhat difficult to update as much as I'd like to, but I'll try to get these in as soon as possible. If you've got any suggestions, REVIEW! It really helps me as a writer to get a sense as to what I need to improve on.