Here it is! chapter 2... Thank you all for reading!

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All eyes were on me. I managed to look straight ahead, feeling extremely insecure. I kept following Glenn as he glanced back at me and gave me a slight smile, which made me feel a little better.

"We are going to take you to Rick," Glenn stated, "But first I think it would be best if we got you some food and water."

I swallowed back tears of happiness, as food and water are all I've been thinking about. I nodded to Glenn, "Thank you." I was afraid I was coming off weak, which was fatal because I could tell the individuals at this camp were fighters.

I accompanied Glenn and Daryl to an area which was what I believe called "cell block C". I glanced at my surroundings. I haven't been inside a protected building, under a roof, and within four walls in a long time. Glenn sat me down at a round, metal, lunch table and got me a cup of water and a plate of canned beans. My eyes widened hungrily, but I ate slowly, savoring each bite.

"Thank you, Glenn." I looked at him and smiled, and I realized it was the first time I've smiled at someone in a long time. The smile he returned to me filled my stomach with warmth. Was I actually feeling happy?

Both Daryl and Glenn went into a different area of the prison, which was located behind metal bars. The young boy with the oversized sheriff's holding an infant locked the doors, leaving me alone in the room. He stared at me intently. I tilted my head, confused. Why are these people so precarious? They must have been through some rocky shit with people. I shrugged to myself and continued eating.

Staring down to my plate, I realized I wanted more. I heard a clanging noise to my right, and realized that the metal bars were opening. I turned my attention towards that direction and noticed a stern-looking man pacing towards me, presumably Rick. He looked tired and exhausted, with perspiration visible on his forehead and noticeable cuts in several location on his face. He was probably 40, and very handsome. His head was encompassed by brown curls, streaked with gray. His jawline was bordered with facial hair. He looked sternly at me. I stood up clumsily to face him. I noticed Daryl and Glenn accompanied Rick, along with an African American women with long locs and a samurai sword positioned behind her back. She was staring at me, with her arms crossed over her chest. I swallowed hard.

"Daryl tells me you have been on the road for a month now. All alone. Is that right?" Rick says to me in a thick southern accent.

I nodded before speaking. "Yes, that's right. I had a group a while back ago, and we had a camp at my childhood church." Rick said nothing, indicating to me to continue. "There were too many walkers and too few of us. There was only seven of us total: my father, mother, two sisters, brother, my fiancee, and me." Memories flooded my head. Recollections of my fifteen year old brother getting feasted upon, and having to shoot my mother in the head because she turned flashed through my mind. I looked to the ground, choking down tears. "They are all dead. All of them, gone. They all turned but one, and he begged me to kill him before he turned." I looked back up at Rick, and stared him right in the eye. "I'm the only one who made it out."

My audience was silent for several moments. Finally, Rick spoke, "We are trying to build up our community here. We'd like to offer you a spot. But the thing is, we all have to pull our weight. We'll give you a few days to get back on your feet, but we expect you to contribute. You sound strong, you'll make it alright here."

Relief washed through me, and I couldn't help feel a wide smile spread across my face. "Thank you. I'm Joanna by the way."

"Rick." he replied, "and I have to ask, what do you got in that bag of yours?"

"Uhh," I stammered, while I searched through the bag, pulling out the contents one by one," I have a gun, a few knifes, and a lot of medicine." I glanced back up at Rick.

"Medicine?" He asked, he was clearly intrigued.

"Uh, yeah." I responded, "I was actually a pharmacist. I had just graduated from the Medical College of Georgia before the outbreak."

Rick took a few more steps closer to me, and his speech became more excited, "So, you're a doctor?"

I wasn't exactly a physician-type doctor, but I was close enough, "Yes, technically I am a doctor. Well, I have my doctor's degree."

Rick nodded slowly, absorbing this new known information about me. I knew once it became established that I know quite a lot about keeping sick people alive, I would be valuable to these people. Hopefully, they'll see me as an important asset for their stronghold.

"Glenn?" Rick questioned, "Do you mind showing Joanna to the cell on the very end, on the next floor up?"

Glenn nodded to Rick. He waved me on, and I followed his lead. The young boy slide the metal bars open, allowing both us into the area where the cells are located. I noticed a very new faces who were positioned in their respective cells. It will take me a while to become familiar with all of these unfamiliar people.

Glenn and I finally reached me cell, and he gestured me inside, "Home, sweet home." He announced, and flashed me a smile.

I giggled at his comment, "Trust me, this is like the Taj Mahal right now." I returned his smile. We stood maybe two feet apart, and I was just now seeing Glenn up close. He really was handsome, with smooth skin and dark eyes, with thick, black hair to match. And I couldn't help but notice his extremely contagious smile. I could already tell he was just one of those people that are just easy to like.

All the sudden, Glenn turned serious. "Uh," he stammered, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry," he paused, obviously he was finding it hard to say exactly what he was trying to. "I mean, I heard what you told Rick about your family, and I'm sorry. That really fucking sucks."

I gave Glenn a polite smile and nodded, "You're right, it really fucking sucks. But thank you, for everything. Thank you for finding me when you did."

"Don't mention it." He gave me a comforting look, he was obviously trying to make me feel better. "Just so you know, my cell is literally right next to yours. So please, let me know if you need anything. You could probably whisper to me and I'd hear it. That's how close we'll be."

I laughed out loud at his speech, which was strange because I had forgotten what my laugh sounded like. "Well, it works both ways, okay? If you're feeling ill, or anything like that, let me know."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you were 'technically a doctor,'" Glenn said, placing air quotes around the 'technically a doctor' part. "I'll sleep much better knowing that you'll be in the cell next to me."

I laughed again, I began feeling an emotion I haven't felt in a while. "You'll be in good hands."

Glenn smiled at me again, "You should get some sleep."

I showed by agreeance with a nod. I just realized how tired I was. "Thanks again, Glenn."

"Sleep well." Glenn responded.

I will sleep well, I thought to myself. And I did. I feel asleep with a smile on my face, and thoughts of Glenn's smile swimming through my mind.

Thankfully, Joanna is in a better situation. Hopefully, the situation is a permanent one!

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