Promise

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I was awoken the next morning by the tent zipper being zipped. ‘Damn, he likes to start his days early!’ I thought. I could tell it was still pretty dark out; the sun was just starting to rise. I lay in my sleeping bag a few more moments willing myself to get up before I actually did. I quickly changed into my last clean outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_10/set?id=113178098) and then left the tent.

“You’re up early.”

I looked over to my right and saw it was Carol who had spoken. “Yeah, I could say the same for you,” I said, walking the short distance over to her. I haven’t really talked to her, or anyone in this group other than Glenn, Dale, and Daryl. ‘I really need to be more social,’ I thought.

“I couldn’t sleep,” She said. I noticed she had a basket of clothes with her.

“Are you doing laundry?” I asked.

“Yeah, I need something to occupy my mind.”

“Do you mind if I help? I really need to wash my clothes.”

She smiled at me, “Sure.”

I ran back to the tent and grabbed my clothes before running back over to Carol. She motioned me to follow her and soon enough we were washing all the clothes in this make shift wash area. “Why don’t ya’ll stay in the house?” I questioned as I scrubbed some blood off someone’s shirt.

“Hershel doesn’t really want us here. Carl was shot and that’s the only reason he allowed us here in the first place. And he’s allowed us to stay until we find Sophia.”

“Oh.” It was a little awkward between us after she brought up Sophia. I didn’t know what to say to her. I’ve always been awkward with situations like this.

“So, is that a tattoo on your hip?”

Her question jolted me out of my thoughts and I looked down at my right hip where I could see the top portion of my tattoo sticking out from underneath my shorts. “Yeah, it is.” I laughed as I traced my fingers over the top of it. “It’s a rose. Aside from roses being my favorite flowers, they hold a special meaning for me.” I explained as I continued to wash clothes.

“Do you have anymore?” She asked.

“No, I don’t. This one hurt like a mother fucker!”

We both laughed, continuing with our business. By the time the sun was up, and people were emerging for breakfast, we were done and heading back to camp. As soon as we got there, I noticed Daryl sitting not too far from where we were going to be hanging the clothes to dry. Though, as soon as I looked at him, he looked away. ‘Weird,’ I thought as Lori emerged from her tent.

“Can’t believe I slept in,” Lori mumbled as she made her way over to us.

“Must have needed it,” Carol said. “You feeling alright?”

I didn’t pay much attention to their little conversation. I could feel eyes burning into my back.

“I have an idea I wanna run by you,” Carol’s voice caught me off guard. She was standing right next me.

“What’s that?” Lori questioned as she hung up a t-shirt.

“That big kitchen of theirs got me thinkin’. I wouldn’t mind cooking in a real kitchen again. Maybe if we all pitch in, we cook dinner for Hershel and his family.” She said looking between Lori and me.

“That’s a great idea, since I have yet to introduce myself, but I can’t cook to save my life.” I laughed, along with Carol and Lori.

“Morning guys, let’s get going.” I looked over seeing Rick and Shane making their way over to a truck. Daryl stood from his seat and began pulling on his plaid shirt over his tank. I decided to follow Daryl and everyone else to see what was up.

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