Condemned. Sequel to 'Don't Look Back'

Chapter 35

Rayne's pov

"Good morning." Carl said as I woke up, leaning against the headboard. I smiled and stretched, trying to rid myself of sleep.

"Good morning." I replied and leaned against the headboard with him.

"Do you have any plans for the day?" He asked me, readjusting the makeshift eyepatch.

"Um, I don't think so actually. But, why don't we go downstairs and eat breakfast first before we think about the long day ahead." We got off of the bed and put our shoes on, Carl placed his pistol in the holster around his waist.

"Why do you think it's going to be a long day?" He asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm not really sure, I just kind of-" I was cut off by a hand on my mouth. I stared at Carl, who, with his free hand held a finger over his lips, telling me to be quiet. I nodded my head and stood behind Carl,  who already had the pistol drawn.

With one quick step, he darted into the stairway, gun aimed at someone's head.

"The hell are you doing in our house?" He asked, and I stayed unknown, behind the wall, and went back to the room to gather a weapon. I quietly opened the door and grabbed my knife from the side table. I positioned it in my hand and went back to the stairwell, listening in on the conversation,

"...Waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed."I heard and narrowed my eyes. Neither Carl nor I had a full set of parents. I made myself known and the guy wearing a grey beanie smiled at me.

"I thought I heard another voice." I glanced over to Carl, who wore the same confused expression as I.

"Hi, I'm Jesus." He said as two sets of footsteps came down the hallway.

"Carl." Rick came to the stairwell, half clothed with Michonne. I gave them both a quick lookover, but focused my attention back on 'Jesus'. The rest of the group including Daryl, Glenn, and Abraham came up the stairs, looking between Rick and Michonne as well, but quickly getting back to the matter at hand.

"You know, locks get picked, knots come undone. Thanks for the cookie by the way, my compliments to the chef." He said as we all sat down around a table, interrogating him.

"Yeah, she ain't here." Daryl interjected. Jesus explained why he took the truck of supplies from Daryl and Rick, he was from another settlement like Alexandria, or so he said he was.

"Let me show you, I can take you there in a day's time." He said, leaning on the table.

"Wait, you said you were looking for other settlements? You're already trading with others?" Maggie interrupted, and we all expectantly looked at Jesus.

"Your world's about to get a whole lot bigger." He smiled. I looked to some of the people in the group, trying to get a read on how they felt. Some looked skeptical, others confused, some intrigued.

Only minutes later, I was outside with Carl filling gas tanks for the group going with Jesus.

"Do you think he calls his followers disciples?" I asked, cracking a smile.

"He seems like the kind of guy that would do that." Carl smiled, tightening the cap of the container.

"He has the hair to be called Jesus, that's for sure." I said, cracking my back as I stood up.

"I have the hair to be called Jesus." Carl smirked, and I nodded,

"Yeah, I can see it, but I think Jesus was a little taller." I said with a wink at the end. Carl just shook his head and loaded up the tanks into the trunk of the car.