"She's awake," the boy asked.
"Just let me stitch her up," Hershel said before sticking the needle through my leg. I winced but didn't let out any noises. When he was finished I opened my eyes and glanced over to find the boy with shaggy hair staring at me because of the face I was making. We just stared at each other in the silence.
Another man walked in.
"Good, Rick your just in time," Hershel said breaking the silence. The man stared at me, he had the same blue piercing eyes.
"Hello," the man, Rick, said calmly.

"Hi," responded sitting up.

"If you would like to stay here, I have  a few questions for you," he told me.

"Okay," I replied, curiosity clear in my voice.

"How many walkers have you killed," he asked me.

"Huh," I inquired. 
"How many walkers have you killed," he repeated.
"Walkers," I questioned.
"Roamers, geeks, whatever you call them," he said taking a step closer.
"Oh, you mean the biters," I said less confused.
"How many have you killed," he said for the third time.
"As many as I've needed to, I said tilting my head. I looked into his eyes some more, they seemed sad.
"What about people. How many have you killed," he said getting closer again.
"None" I said softly. That was a lie.
"Why," he said positioning his head the same way mine was.
"Because, murder isn't always going to get you your way," I replied sharply.
 He stepped back.
"What's your name," he said looking at me.
"Alison," I said staring back. I didn't want to seem weak. He looked around the cell and everyone just nodded, except for Carl.
"Okay, you can stay here, but you have to earn your keep. And if you pull anything, and I mean anything, I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your head. My name's Rick," he said handing me my knife. I felt down my belt. I didn't even realize that he had taken it. Rick walked out of the room, followed by the older woman. Hershel started hopping out on his crutches, but while he was at the doorway he turned around. "Welcome to the group, I figured you needed a proper greeting," he gave me a warm smile, "Carl will show you your cell." After he hopped out it was just me and the boy with the blue eyes.
"Carl," I said turning toward him, "the guy that saved my life, and then tried to kill me." I plopped on the bed that was next to me.
"Well you didn't make it very easy, I mean you did some damage to my head," he said lifting his hair to reveal a bump on his head.
"Sorry about that" I said kinda awkwardly looking down. It was silent for a moment.
"I'm assuming Rick is your dad," I said standing up, using the bar of the bed as support.
"How'd you know," he asked confused.
"You're eyes, they're the same color. And you both have kind of a gloomy look, not the best way to look at a person," I answered. His face slightly lightened.
"Carl, Carl, Oh there you are," a girl said looking through the the cell, "have you se-," she stopped when her eyes met mine. "And who's this," she said smiling.