For two days after being in the Sanctuary, Mal did nothing. In every morning she worked on the fence of the Infected, bringing fresh ones. It was so tricky to find them, bring them over, and chain them into the fences. She almost had one time where an Infected tumbled over her, pulling at her hair, reaching itself to her face. She did tie it up, but when she fought the Infected, no one, not even the guards helped her. She does worthless jobs. She wasn't patient enough for finding Infected and chaining them; she wasn't allowed to be a fence guard with a rifle; she was easily obeying Negan as he proclaims about himself like the dirtbag he is, and protesting Mal of doing physical labor.
Now, today she sat in the dark room. She had a mattress, a lantern, and little food from the points she worked on.
She lay there, thinking over what the Tradepost is doing, how are her friends. She pondered if they even made it out or the Calvary Boys found them. And also, wants to find ways to escape this, mapping out most of the factory.
She wanted a lot of things. But the world had grew bigger, and when she landed herself into this place, she hadn't done anything.
Why not listen and follow Negan?
She knew that he needs her, so he won't kill her eventually.
The door opened without Mal to notice it.
"Hello," A young woman in this thick accent said at the top of her voice in the most happiest way. Mal couldn't believe such a happy girl, so bright and full of life lives in this cold, cramped place.
The woman was in her late twenties, early thirties. She had the young dark skin that glowed out the darkness, her dark brown braids are in a high two buns, making her more younger than ever. She wore a tight T-shirt that had once been bright with a wildflower pattern, and blue jean shorts and sneakers.
She came in. "My name's Sheree and I'm somewhat like Negan's assistant. I'll be showing you around more of the awesome Sanctuary."
Mal said nothing.
"Are you okay?"
Mal shrugged, but kept silent.
She nudged Mal with her door while she talked. "Don't be worried. This place is pretty swagger and Negan is cool, even though he's an asshole, but you'll eventually love him."
Mal pretended not to notice the nudge. She asked, "Love him? Never."
"I didn't mean love as in be another wife of his." She cuts her a sideways look. "I meant being buddies. Although, Negan's hot."
"That's sick," Mal said. Somehow she's comfortable to talk around to Sheree. "Well, um-"
"Mal."
"Mal, let me take you. But don't go ahead of me, promise?"
"Fine." Said Mal. Her voice was heavy with skepticism, and Sheree simply shook her head and both girls turned out of the room.
The moment stretched too thin to support any more conversation, at least for Mal to start one, so they let it go and said nothing. After a while crossing the railings of the calm river a cool breeze came along.
With stopping, Mal searches the area. On her right side is the wall where the river flows through, probably the dam holding some water. Definitely can jump and swim there although could be stuck in one bad place and drown. And Mal can't swim. No one in her life taught her to swim. She had no attentions to take a little dip.
"How you doing in your job?" Sheree asked. Mal kept starin off at the distant dam and the tall mountains peeking over the fluffy clouds.
"Had worse." She walks over the railing. The sunlight on the waters lockers like flecks of crystal in her blue eyes and gold in Sheree's hazel eyes.
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The Ruins
Horror{Completed Story 2018/Continued Series} Book 1: It's been twenty-seven years from now on, an outbreak occurred, causing millions of people dying from the Black Night incident. The world is now called The Ruins in America. People are now on their own...
