𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃'𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊?" Rick asked, walking down the stairs of a cell block of the prison. Everyone was walking inside, looking around the area. Casey thought it was gross and disgusting, never thinking she would ever be in a prison, but, it was better than nothing.

She looked around, not able to control the look on her face. It looked disgusting and it was definitely not a place where children would be raised, but, it would have to work. Especially since it was the best option.

She did know there were benefits. Food and water in the cafeteria, and an armory somewhere around there. She knew that there were beds and real toilets. So, maybe they would gain from the ugly old prison.

"Home sweet home." Hershel joked, making the two Grimes kids smile at his sarcasm. Hershel was funny like that, he had a slight sarcasm and wit that just came out at any given moment.

Rick nodded, standing on the bottom floor with everyone else. Walker's blood was all over his clothes and on his cheek: "For the time being." He stated hopefully. Casey took in how he was looking, which was a mess, but everyone was. Everyone was bloody and dirty and disgusting. So, she couldn't judge...at all. The only one she probably would've judged was Daryl because Daryl never even attempted to be clean.

"It's secure?" Carol asked cautiously, not expecting that any part of the prison was safe. She felt like a walker would pop out any second, which was what they were used to.

"This cellblock is." Rick clarified. Casey stood next to Carl as they looked around. She really didn't know how to feel. She lightly played with the bandana on her wrist, rocking back and forth on her feet.

"What about the rest of the prison?" Hershel asked, worried about things such as food and water.

Casey was looking around with a rather curious look on her face. She didn't like the idea of sleeping in a jail, because that's where prisoners stay. More specifically criminals. Bad people who lie cheat, steal, and kill people. That's how Casey felt now...like she was where she should be. Locked in a cell, alone, because she murdered someone.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to shake the jittery feeling that was in her body.

"In the morning, we'll find the cafeteria and the infirmary," Rick said to everyone, catching Casey from her thoughts.

"We sleep in the cells?" Beth asked, Casey figured they would because there were beds in there.

"I found keys on some guards. Daryl had a set too." Rick told everyone. It didn't take Casey long to realize Daryl was the new Shane, maybe just not as bad as Shane was.

She didn't get how she felt. She loved her Uncle Shane, but she didn't like him. Or she didn't like who he turned into. She didn't understand it all, but she would never talk about it. Nobody would. Nobody wanted to. Because normal little girls don't kill their uncles to protect their fathers. Normal little girls don't even kill people.

Daryl, who was on the second story of the cell block, spoke up. "I ain't sleepin' in no cage. I'll take the perch.

Everyone watched him leave and then started to settle in. Casey walked into a cell, putting her stuff around. She thought it was gross and disgusting.

She decided to take the bottom bunk, but if Lori wanted to stay with her she'd move to the top. But for now, she was taking the bottom.

She put her sleeping bag on the bed and came to a sudden realization that she was done. Well, she dug further into the bag and grabbed her old shark.

"Ain't that for little kids?"

She looked behind her, seeing nobody there. She looked down at her dirty old shark and sighed. "I ain't a little kid," she muttered, throwing it back into the bag.

"What?" Asked another voice, she knew it was Carl's after a moment, but, she just got scared. She jumped, grabbing her gun and quickly turning as she got to her feet.

Carl was standing there, his hands up in defense. She let out a sigh of relief and slowly put her gun away. "Sorry," She apologized nervously.

"Don't gotta kill me too," Carl laughed, his face dropped as he realized what he said and saw Casey's reaction. She'd looked down, and on top of that, she looked upset. "I didn't mean it like that, I just-" he stopped himself and slowly dropped his bags on the floor. "I wasn't talking about Shane, I was-"

She just zipped up her backpack and slid it underneath her bed. She then sat down, feeling the mattress. It was bad, but better than nothing of course. "I know what you were trying to say." She cut him off, looking at him with an indifferent kind of face. Carl couldn't tell if she was mad or upset with him. She just looked at him and honestly kinda shrugged it off.

As if she was used to it.

Which she was.

She was used to the blame game because of him. Because Carl constantly blamed her. He'd come to terms that both everything was his baby sister's fault. That he can't blame her when he needs someone to blame. He also came to terms that she was protecting Rick, and maybe even herself.

Carl slowly walked over and sat next to her. "I'm sorry about how I've been treating you..." He told her, she looked up at him. Her eyes were soft but shocked. She never expected an apology. "I know you did what you had to do, to protect Dad. I would've done the same." Casey knew he wouldn't because he didn't have the guts...at the time he didn't at least. Maybe now he would, but, she knew he was just trying to make her feel better. "I also know you were trying to protect yourself. And I'm really sorry." Carl apologized again.

She nodded her head, trying to understand but sometimes she couldn't. Because if the roles were reversed, she didn't think she'd blame Carl. "It's ok-" She started, Carl cut her off, shaking his head.

"No, it's not...I just, I did this after Sophia died and I just needed someone to blame. And I keep blaming you, and I shouldn't." Casey nodded her head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I forgive you. I mean, we're siblings, we can't stay mad at each other forever." A smile formed on Carl's face as she said that. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly as if she was gonna disappear any moment.

Casey didn't complain, not one bit.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 that her father was gonna have to cut Hershel's leg off. She also never thought Hershel's leg wouldn't be cut off, period. In all honesty, she never expected any of this to happen.

She never expected her father to get shot on her birthday, or for him to "die" a few weeks later. She never thought there would be an outbreak where there were flesh eating zombies biting everyone. She never expected that her dad would "come back to life", or that she'd get shot, or that she'd shoot and kill her Uncle Shane.

So, really, she learned to expect the unexpected.

She was worried that if Hershel died, Lori would struggle while giving birth. She thought she was being selfish for thinking that way because Maggie and Beth's father was near death and was without a leg. And there she was, worried about her mother who'd given birth two times.

Everyone was watching as Hershel was near death. Casey and Carl were running to get towels from Lori's bag as fast as they could, as Lori said. They brought them back and saw Carol taking the lead on this. Casey wondered where she'd learned all this from.

So while they wrapped Hershel's stumped leg in towels, Casey and Carl stood at the cell door, worried about him. They also tried to ignore the yelling and commotion that was going on outside of the room with Hershel, T-Dog and unknown voices.

Beth addressed it, asking "What was that?" she questioned, looking to Rick for an answer like most people in the group would.

"Prisoners, survivors. It's alright. Everybody stay put!" Rick commanded calmly as he stepped out of the cell to address the problem. At first, Glenn followed behind, but Rick sent him back in.

Casey didn't know what else was gonna happen, but she knew it wasn't gonna be good...

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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