Chapter 2: Some things never change
Michonne unlocked the door to her domicile and closed the door. She did a painful limp walk through the living room. While she limped through the living room to the kitchen a trail of blood was pouring down her leg on the floor. Michonne was in complete shock by what just happened. She had let her guard down for the first time in order to fit in with what appeared to be an ordinary survivor neighborhood with ordinary survivors just trying to live in this new world of the undead. But she was starting to understand…some things never change. Human nature never changes. She couldn't remember interacting with anyone that would warrant them to do such a vicious act. As she limped in to the kitchen she opened a drawer and pulled out some scissors and some tape then headed toward the stairs. She stopped to push the couch against the front door. She knew even this task would be difficult; just about every movement the body makes involves using stomach muscles and hers were in really bad shape. So she took a deep breath and pushes the couch up against the door; in the process she let's out a forcebly restrain shriek from her injuries, Then blowing the air out of her lungs leaning on the arm of the couch from extreme pain and exhaustion.
Once Michonne got upstairs she attempted to clear the bedroom and the bathroom but she realized that she was dripping blood everywhere make more work for her-self in the long run. Once she gets in the bathroom and secures the door knob with some coaxial cable wire wrapped around the faucet sink. She removes her clothes, as gently as possible; she tries not to use any stomach muscles.
She looks down at the side of her stomach notices the bruise has already turned a dark purple with a deep in print of a foot. Looking in the mirror she observes the bruises on her chin and a semi-deep cut on her right cheek bone. While reaching for the vinegar on a little shelf along the back wall to clean the cut on her face; she forgets about her stomach.
The painful reminder hits her so quickly that she ends up pulling the wall-shelf crashing to the floor. Michonne looks at the broken shelf and begins to get furiously angry at her predicament. She was upset that she was taken by surprise, and she was sorry that she walked between those houses. But then, she started thinking that maybe she should leave, that was before she remembered Carl and Judith how much Carl might hate her if she left.
Michonne understanding that she can't focus on dressing her wounds while feeling rage began to calm down and started dressing the cut and bruises on her face. She grabs the pieces of the broken shelf from the floor and dumps it in old supply bag for Daryl to use for arrows or something.
When she gets in the shower the less than luke warm water runs down her body and stings the gash on her inner thigh as a puddle of blood forms around her feet before going down the drain. She gets out of the shower and ties her hair up; then begins to clean the gash in her leg with white vinegar. Once she places the gauze and tape on the her leg she puts on an extra-large shirt grabs her katana and walks to the bedroom.
Walking in to the bedroom she realizes that she forgot about the signal for Carl; letting him know that everything is alright. So she grabs the candle on the window sill and lights it with an old bic lighter and places it in the window. A minute or two late Carl flashes his flashlight from two blocks over letting Michonne know that his sees it. She blows the candle out then gently lays down on the bed thinking how humans are in the most absolute desperate time sense coming in to existence on this planet; but the need to over-power the weak will always exist. However, she also knew that Carl needed to be here with his sister. They need some kind of stability for a moment, she knew that she had to delay saying anything to Rick for fear that he loses it and they are all back out on the road again. Considering these facts Michonne decides that she should probably sleep down stairs on the couch by the front door. Therefore she grabbed some loose fitting pants then grabbed her katana and went down stairs with a blanket. She had no plans of being caught off guard again.