“we can talk through the door.” / :O and then there's daryl and pene pass him some leaves leaf gorl B)))
“The door... sure.” If she were being honest it felt more like talking to a door. Made of steel. Cold and sealed tightly shut. Not that she could blame him in the slightest after what had happened. What they — she — had allowed to happen. “That’s fair, I suppose.”
Penelope could still smell the gunfire and the smoke from the fire fight. Could still hear the shouts of Woodbury’s citizens calling for death — his death. Could still feel the fear seizing her spine, rendering her powerless to move or speak even to try and save a man’s life. To Pene...she was just as bad as the rest of them.
Which is why she hadn’t protested when they took her captive not far outside the gate. She could still feel the barrel of the rifle from where it jammed between her shoulder blades. Arms raised high in the air, weaponless and compliant, but desperate to be as far away from Woodbury and her shame as possible.
So they put here in this cell, door thick and solid, with a little window her head could nearly peek through if not for the fogged, fractured glass. A precaution, one of them had told her and she didn’t protest — waiting for the verdict they would hand down. What to do with this Woodbury defector. Was she a spy? Was she sent to dismantle them from the inside? Had they known her they would have laughed, but she didn’t begrudge them their suspicions. Only wished they would make their decision before she froze to death in this dark cell.
“I’m Penelope. I was there...the other night. When you — when they... did what they did. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for what happened.”