Deadland

Chapter 68- Gas

(TW!! Mentions of abuse and s/a!!)

Just like Rick said, at sundown we set off for the community. My heart doesn't feel right, maybe it's just anxiety or-no, I don't get anxiety. It's because this is a bad idea and nobody seems to realize it

It's a random ass man, on a random ass day, wearing a random ass polo, yapping about some random ass "community". 

Not community,

Prison. 

And not the prison, definitely worse than the pre-apocalypse prison that I went to, and that prison had to get shut down after how they were treating their inmates.

You know, starvation, torture, beating, neglect. The usual. Luckily I only had to deal with a little bit of neglect but other than that, I was one of the luckier people.

I'm only going to the "community" for 'Lyss, Damien, and Daryl. Not really by choice but I guess I could just leave if I actually wanted to, so, maybe by choice? 

I'm sitting in this R.V. with everyone but Michonne, Aaron, and Glenn. The sofa I'm sitting on feels like I'm sitting on a scratchy rock. The inside of the R.V. looks exactly like Dale's, probably the same model. 

I'm sitting on the sofa with Daryl and Alyssa. Abraham is driving and Damien is sitting in the passenger seat. 

Alyssa lays her head on my shoulder, I tense but allow it. 

"Thank you," She says quietly. 

I raise an eyebrow and look down at her, "For...?"

"Coming." She removes her head from my shoulder and looks at me. "I saw it in your eyes, you wanted to leave." 

I clench my jaw and Daryl looks at me. "I didn't-" 

"Yeah you did, but you didn't. You didn't leave because of us, Damien, me, Daryl."

Mind reader, Jesus?

I don't respond so she continues. "I know you don't trust like...anyone, especially men after like...everything that's happened to you, post or pre-apocalypse. So it was really brave of you to come with us and not leave. Leaving would have been easier, but you didn't choose it." 

My heart squeezes, this is definitely something that I could cry over but I don't cry anymore, minus when Daryl is sad. 

I bite my bottom lip slightly and look into Alyssa's eyes.

How the fuck did I deserve a sister like that? 

"Thank you," Is all I manage to say. 

"What the dick?" Abraham says, slowing down to almost a complete stop. 

"What?" I ask, standing up and walking over to his and Damien's seats. I stand in the middle of them and crouch down to look through the windshield. 

"A flare," Damien notices, pointing to a red dot in the sky. 

"How far away from them were we?" I ask. My heart pounds in my ears and adrenaline courses through my veins immediately

I fucking knew this was a bad idea.

"We're going that way. They could be in trouble." Abraham says, revving the engine and booking it forward. 

I fly backward and have to grab ahold of the chairs to hold me up. 

"A warning would have been incredibly helpful," I grunt. 

Abraham just smirks and takes a sharp left as Damien spits out directions toward the water tower near the flare.