No Rest For the Wicked ~ A Walking Dead Fan Fiction

Chapter 43 Whistle for the Choir

Chapter 43

Whistle for the Choir

First Person~ Kate

It had been three days.  Three long, excruciating days in this hell hole.  No food, no water, barely any sleep.  I was weak with exhaustion and dehydration.  To pass the time I sat on the floor staring blankly at the wall and mentally calling all the assholes I'd had the displeasure of meeting here every name under the sun. 

In all honesty I didn't have the energy to do much else.  They didn't tie me up anymore but that was no advantage to me.  The first time I'd been left alone without bonds I'd snapped the leg off of a chair and broken someone's nose with it trying to get out.  Now I had no furniture in the room, which was why I sat on the floor.  An armed guard was always at the door and I wondered how long they'd continue to waste man power on guarding me before they decided to just kill me.  I hadn't given anything up yet and I wasn't going to so I really had no value to them. 

Merle was the only one that continued to question me.  If given the go ahead from his 'Governor' he'd continue to until the end of time, so set he was on finding out where Daryl was.  I had to admit, I'd underestimated his love for his brother.  He was persistent about his visits and I knew he'd continue to come until I was sentenced to death row, either that one day he'd eventually lose his patience and snap my neck himself.

Currently he sat across the room from me, leaning on the opposite wall.  In front of him sat a giant cup of water and a steaming plate of food.  The smell of turkey and noodles made my mouth water and hunger pangs hit my stomach.  I'd give almost anything for that water, which would be a rain shower to my parched throat.  But one thing I wouldn't give for it was where my group was.

They were what I thought about, when I wasn't cursing the wretched residents of Woodbury.  Before I'd been taken I hated life in the prison. Now, all I could think was that it is had it unbelievably good, since that life included the people there now.  If I survived this I'd get to see them again and that was the thought that kept me going.

They truly were my family. 

I worried incessantly about what Elsie was going through.  She didn't handle loss well, and all I could do was hope she was strong enough to get through this. She had Glenn, Carl and all the others.  I had faith they'd pull her through if she couldn't do it herself.

And Daryl.  I just kept kicking myself in the head over him.  Turning away from him was the dumbest thing I'd ever done, since having a fate where I'd never see him or any of the others again shoved down my threat brought into perfectly clarity how much I loved them.  Loved him.

In this cold basement, I couldn't remember why I'd ever put off being with him.  Should I make it through this, he would be my reward.

"Come on, Freckles.  Your lunch is getting' cold."  Merle drawled.  I just looked at him blankly.  "I'm gettin' real tired of the silent treatment."  He growled.  I hadn't spoken to him in the past two days, no matter what he said.  "You're gonna die down here, you know that, right?  You can only last so long without water or somethin' to eat.  But that ain't how it's gotta be.  Come on, Hotlips.  You can walk away from here the same day you tell me where Daryl is."

I just shifted my eyes back to the wall.  Their lids where heavy and I could practically feel the dark circles hanging low under them.  But sleep just wasn't something I could get here, even when I tried.

"You swindlers don't got no loyalty, that I know.  None of ya ever did.  So what're you holdin' out for anyway?"  I clenched my jaw but kept quiet.  "That group of yours don't care about you.  You been here three days and not one of them has come."