"Alright lets go." I heard. I opened my eyes and seen Daryl standing in front of me.
"Is the prison cleared out?" I asked him.
"Just the cell block that we are staying in." He told me as I got up and dusted myself off.
"So we are sleeping in the cells?" I asked picking up my bag. I looked around and noticed that everyone else was already inside.
"Basically." He mumbled and picked up my other bag. We began walking into the prison. "So when are you gonna tell me why you've been acting out?" Daryl asked me. I shrugged.
"Are you forcing me to tell you?" I asked.
"The only things I will force you to do are to protect you." He reminded me. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, then im not talking." I said and walked into the cell block. I heard him sigh but follow me too. We walked through the metal door and I looked around, people were getting settled into their cells. That sounds weird, we are sleeping in cells. Like we are all prisoners. I bit my lip.
"Cmon Kris." Daryl said as he nudged me. I looked at him and nodded. He started leading me up the stairs and I seen he had a mattress and the rest of his things on the perch. He set my stuff down and I followed him into my cell and he looked at me. "You okay?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah, its just different.. makes me miss the farm, or the quarry." I told him sitting on my bed. He sighed and sat next to me on the bed.
"Yeah, I know its weird, but the prison is a good place. We are safe, we can start to clear out the other places in the prison. In the morning, we are going to look for the infirmary and the cafeteria." Daryl told me. I looked at him.
"Can I go with?" I asked him. He sighed.
"I dont know Kris, if it just any other store or house, I would say yes. But we are in a prison. We dont know what we will find." He told me. I rolled my eyes.
"I knew that was coming." I said and laid down behind where he was sitting. I was facing the wall.
"Kris.." Daryl started but I just shook my head. I heard him sigh and get up. "I just want you to be safe. You cant get mad at me about that." He told me. I didnt say anything. I heard him shuffling things around and then I felt something get laid on me and I realized it was my blanket. I smiled a little and curled up under it. "Get some rest Kris."
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"Kris, youre not going, especially not now. Hershel is missing a leg and we found prisoners, its not safe. You need to stay here." Daryl told me. I frowned.
"Fine." I mumbled and went back to my cell. I sat down on the bed and pulled out my sketch book. I understand why he doesnt want me to go, but its still making me upset. Yes, this particular situation is dangerous, but hes treating me like im a child again. I leaned my head against the wall and looked at the wall across from mine. I wonder if they would let me get paint or chalk or something to decorate, make this place a little less prisony... but I doubt it. A little while later, I was laying in my bed, trying to ignore the sobs coming from Beth and Maggie. I cant believe Rick really cut Hershels leg off. I hope he survives it, we need him.. But I couldnt take the crying anymore. I got up and put my bag on, I needed to get out of here. I walked out of my cell and into someone. I looked up and seen it was carl.
"Where are you going?" He asked me. I sighed.
"I cant do the crying anymore, I need to get out of here." I admitted. He smiled.
"Got a weapon?" He asked. I nodded and felt my pocket where my knife was.
"Always, why?" I asked him confused. He smiled more and took my hand.
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Adaption
Fanfiction-Sequel to The World We Knew- Growing up in the end of the world isn't easy. Kris doesn't get to learn how to play sports, she learned to hunt and trap. She doesn't get to make a lot of friends, she has to be careful who she trusts. She doesn't get...
