“We won’t need to stop for the night because we’re not far, I had originally planned to go out farther but heading back for the night with our current supplies seems to be a better plan. Plus I have some people I want to check up on.” Michonne finally broke the silence without removing her gaze from the road ahead of them.
“Thanks for saying that, I was starting to feel bad because I thought you might be doing this for me.” Stacie laughed light heartedly, although his statement …show more content…
wasn’t false.
“As if, I like you but not enough to completely turn around just for you.” Michonne wasn’t completely being honest but she wouldn’t say that.
The sun began to set as the prison finally came into view, Michonne could feel Stacie’s body tighten up, he was nervous. “These people brought me back from a dark place, they’re good people.” Michonne was trying to reassure the other
Stacie didn’t say anything, he was partially in shock when seeing all the walkers that were gathering around the fences of the prison.
It was easy to see the colony that was being built within the fences. There were places to eat and gardens on most of the open land, Stacie couldn’t help but wonder why Michonne was out so far if their camp was so well off.
As they rode closer to the opening of the gate, yelling could be heard, when the gates opened completely Michonne signalled for the horse to move faster. The tension from Stacie’s body lightened as the gate closed behind them, it was an odd feeling.
Michonne jerked the horse to a stop, Stacie took that as a signal to hoist himself off the animal. He was quick with his movements, off the horse with the supplies in mere seconds. He could feel the curious eyes watching him, just as fast as Stacie had gotten off the horse Michonne was surrounded by a few men.
“We didn’t expect to see you back so soon.” a middle aged man was the first to speak up.
Stacie scaled his eyes over him, as if he was cautious of the man even though it was obvious Michonne knew him. The lower half of the man’s face was covered in an unkempt beard and his clothing was dampened in sweat. Stacie glanced to the two other people, one being a child no older than 13 and the other a man no younger than
65.
“Well I like to keep you guys on your toes and I have some needed supplies that wouldn’t last long, Rick.” Michonne smiled as she moved off the horse, in her hand was one of the tomatoes from the day before.
Rick, who Stacie assumed was the middle aged man took the tomato and smelled it. His expression looked like he had never seen the fruit before. A smile curved on Stacie lips, he wanted to chuckle but kept it to himself.