It had been blurry days, the ones he passed at the hospital. For a while, not sure of what was real, where he was, what had happened. Then, as he recovered, Anne would visit, explain the situation, answer his questions- often not how Rick wished she would. Surprisingly though, the nights at the hospital were peaceful and comfortable. He got the painkillers he needed, good food, warmth and peace. All the missing though. He missed home. Michonne, Daryl, his girl...everyone. He wondered what had happened to them, he wished all were fine, he imagined Negan at this point had been killed by Maggie, he only hoped things remained peaceful.
He was given clean clothes, a CRM uniform- got called for a meeting, got an accomodation in the military quarters, all he needed to live. They tried to sell him so much of the typical talk. He was important, he was strong, he could make a difference for humankind- that was the future of civilization and he had a role in it. And he wasn't allowed to go.
It was all too good to be true anyway.
They took him to know the Civic Republic, he saw the colonies, he saw people living in a new world- a world beyond all the ruins he had lived in so far. To think such place existed. At first he thought it was what was left of the government, but so. It was an extremelly organized group. The military almost fascist aesthetic of things kept him wary since the start. Rick was clever, some higher ups didn't even hide certain things from him.
Now he had to serve. Go on missions, undergo their training- and he would be allowed a life. When all was set for him, they finally announced it, the welcome of a new member to the forces, written on the list of consignees, public to the Civic Republic. It was going to be his new home now, him wanting or not.
He had some days to rest before he started acting on field. Rick got the chance to wander free through the CRM, his mind trying to imagine ways he could use to eventually escape and go back to Michonne's arms.
