Mia
I woke up in Carl's arms. I scarcely remember last night, but I feel so much better. I stretch and look down to see him still sound asleep. I pick up his arm and drop it over his stomach. I climb down quietly and sneak out of the cell. Carol is up and doing laundry. The clothes look slightly familiar, and then I realize that they're mine.
"You don't-" I tried to say
She stopped me. "You're one of us now, and that means that I get to do your laundry."
"At least let me help you."
She sighed and let me grab a pair of my dirty jeans. I scrubbed and scrubbed. I don't remember the last time I washed my clothes. We finished scrubbing and we hung them up to dry. By then, Maggie, Glenn, and Mr. Rick had woken up. They were dressed and Mr. Rick was talking about going on a run.
"Who's going on a run?" Carl asked, yawning.
"I am. You can come, but-"
"I'll only go if Mia goes." Carl finished for his dad.
Mr. Rick looked very unsure, but I convinced him that I'm more than capable of defending myself.
Mr. Rick, Carl, Glenn, Maggie and I climbed into the car, and Daryl followed on his motorcycle.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"A local mall. Hoping to find some food and clothes and such," Glenn answered.
I chuckled. Going to the mall was once an everyday thing, but now it's a luxury. What once was crowded with cars and people is now barren and empty.