No Rest For the Wicked ~ A Walking Dead Fan Fiction

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

First Person~ Kate

Daryl and I found our way to the cafeteria without trouble, hearing voices carrying as we got closer.  One of the prisoners, the biggest of them, was standing guard at the doors, silhouetted by the daylight flowing through the windows behind him.  He passively nodded at we approached, both of us watching him wearily.

"They're in there."  He said, gesturing to the room the prisoner's had all originally come out of.  "I'm keeping watch for any of them dead ones, since, you know, the locks gone."  He loosely gestured to were the broken chains lay on the floor, not sounding accusatory at all, but just stating the truth.

"Thanks."  I nodded,  my eyes being drawn to Hershel's leg like a magnet, even as I spoke to the prisoner.  It laying in the middle of the floor in a thick, dark pool of blood and  I quickly looked away, following Daryl across the side-room.

A shocking amount of non-perishables were mounded in the corner and Rick and T-dog were already there with the others, working on sorting out the food.  Thomas and Andrew were scowling as they worked, not helping, though the other two actually were assisting.

"This is what you call a little bit of food?"  Daryl drawled, drawing everyone's attention to our position in the doorway.

"Goes fast." The Hispanic leader shot, like we didn't already know.

"Mm hm."

"We're splitting everything by type of food."  Rick explained and we quickly got to work helping.  Conversation was sparse, but mostly civil, with the prisoners introducing themselves.  Thomas was the leader, and the men helping us were Axel and Oscar.  I'd told them I was Kate, to which Andrew instantly asked, "Are you sure?"

It was quiet after that.

"She your girl?" Andrew spoke again after a while, remaining leaning against a counter as we divvied up the food. I looked up to see he was asking Daryl about me.

"I'm no one's girl." I spoke for myself.  That was not a topic I wanted to get into with him.

Andrew looked between us and I could tell he either didn't believe me or thought I was being independent, refusing to be called someone else's person. "Get out while you still can. This one's a man eater." He warned. I glared.

"You don't know anything about me."

"I know you used my brother to get to me."

"You had information I needed. He was influenced easier than you." I said simply, refocusing on sorting the beans and wishing this conversation were over.

"You're cold, you know that, right?" He said, getting the attention of the others now. I didn't look up, refusing to get it some petty fight with him over something that happened twelve years ago. Andrew just scoffed when I didn't look up. "Brother, she's one deceptive little bitch." He continued to Daryl. "Blind you, break you and leave you for dead, all without blinkin' an eye."

"If that were true I'd have died many times over by now." Rick said, stepping into the conversation.

"I'd watch your back, man." Andrew shook his head wistfully. "That's what I said too."

*

We stood around a table outside cellblock C, arming the prisoners. We'd recruited Eric, who'd been caught up in the Hershel situation before. Thomas picked up a metal crowbar, examining it. "Why do I need this," he asked. "When I've got this?" He pulled his precious gun out again.

"You don't fire guns. Not unless your back's up against the wall." I told him sternly.

"I'm never the one with my back to the wall, sweetcheeks." I hated the way he looked at me, subconsciously wrapping an arm around myself.