still a bit winded from the climb up the staircase, lori rapped her knuckles against the metal door to get the woman’s attention. ❝ this is dinner, ❞ she stated, holding out a water bottle, a stale granola bar, and a stick of beef jerky through the cell bars.
she wasn’t sure how she felt about this, holding a stranger captive for the crime of asking for help. to be fair, showing up with practically an arsenal’s worth of weapons did complicate things. lori couldn’t blame rick for not wanting to take any chances, especially after the mess with the prisoners. another potential threat was the last thing they needed. ❝ it’ll have to last you ‘til morning. ❞
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