Walking around the dark prison which was now considered a safe haven, I shuddered when I heard small scuffling. Instinctively, I reached for my semi-automatic HK 45 which was being held by my thigh holster just to make sure it was there whenever I needed it.

It wasn't uncommon to hear movement in the walls, everyone heard it, but it didn't make us any less tense. If anything it made us even more tense and afraid.

I kept my eyes peeled for Cheryl. I told her a thousand times not to stay far from me or Luther, but she never listened. Despite the prison being a safe haven for us survivors, it was still dangerous. It was no place of a six year old little girl to be running around.

"Cheryl! Cheryl, where are you?" I asked, starting to get worried as I approached the maximum security holding cells.

"Why won't they let you out?" I heard Cheryl's small voice ask.

I quickened my pace. There was only one person she could be talking to in the maximum security holding cells. The only person. Chris. Just as I turned to his cell, I saw Cheryl standing in front looking up at him, clutching her brown teddy bear, Jane.

"Because they think I'm dangerous," he responded nicely.

"Why?"

"Cheryl! I told you not to wander off," I scolded her, making the little girl jump slightly in surprise.

Her head snapped to where I was standing. Her eyes looked guilty as if she had just been caught stealing a cookie from the pantry. "Lila!"

I quickly made my way over to her, holding on to her wrist tightly. I could feel Chris' eyes on me as I walked over to Cheryl and grabbed her wrist. It unnerved me, the way he stared at people whenever they passed by to feed him.

He had been here long before Cheryl and I arrived, even before Luther and everyone else arrived. His story was that the military had commanded him and his team were sent to free the prisoners to help fight the viral outbreak. Supposedly, the prisoners thought it would be a funny joke to lock him in a maximum security holding cell.

No one believed him. It was a risk we couldn't afford. We were already facing problems outside the prison walls; we couldn't afford another one inside.

Cheryl and I arrived at the prison eight months ago. We heard rumours of survivors living in the prison and decided to check it out. Back then there wasn't much of the infected gathered around so we were able to drive a Hummer straight into the prison. But our endeavour wasn't without casualty.

We had another person traveling with us, a man named James Rothchild. We drove straight into the iron gates, but we couldn't get in. James sacrificed himself so that Cheryl and I could safely get on top of the Hummer and climb up the gates with the help of Luther.

Luther and everyone in the prison had been there longer. Two years, they've been in the prison waiting to be saved. Two years, Chris had been in the maximum security cell.

It had been a long time in the prison; it was obvious that everyone was starting to loose hope. We were tired and hungry. We needed to escape. Many people in the prison had already committed suicide. I was ready to do the same, if it wasn't for Cheryl I probably would have.

It wasn't until three months ago when we heard a broadcasting. It talked about a ship named Arcadia that was a safe haven. It was free from the infection and they could offer us safety and protection. We wanted to get there so badly.

Many had attempted, but never achieved it; they were either eaten by the infected or turned into one of them. Chris mentioned that there was a way out, and despite our attempts to coerce him into telling us, he remained tight lipped. It was either we let him go and he comes with us or we all die in the prison.

"Hey Pretty Girl," he cat-called.

I had been given the occasional duty to bring him food and had been given that nickname since the first time I was given the task to bring him his food. At first it got to me, the way he teased people whenever they passed by and that cocky look he'd give, after the next few times I had to give him his food I got used to it.

He was tolerable since Cheryl was the only one he didn't scare. He was patient with her and answered all her curious questions whenever she found her way into the max security cells, which was often.

Picking up Cheryl, I could tell she was tired as she instantly rested her head on my shoulder the moment I picked her up. I sighed and gave her a tight hug. "I see that you're tired."

Cheryl nodded against my shoulder and brought up her teddy bear. "Yeah," she agreed with me, her voice squeaking a bit.

"Get some rest baby girl. Do you want Crystal to stay with you?" I asked. I felt uncomfortable with having Cheryl sleeping alone whenever I had night duty. I guess I had been so used to having her within my eye sight for the past six years that leaving her alone was difficult.

"Yeah," she agreed again, this time her words were slurred and very soon she was sleeping.

I lay her carefully on the bed of cell number 34. We'd been sharing it since Cheryl didn't like sleeping alone and I didn't like her away from my eye sight for too long. Kissing her forehead, I patter her on the head before leaving the cell.

Just as I stepped out of the cell, Crystal was right behind me, a smile on her face. "Thank you for watching her," I said, flashing her a smile.

"No problem, besides I want to sleep too," she replied and walked into the cell. "Oh," she started, before I completely walked away. "Luther wanted you to bring Chris his food."

Groaning inwardly, I nodded my head in compliance. I made my way to the mess area and saw Luther eating alone. "Hey," I greeted him.

"You have watch duty right?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah." I walked over to where Crystal usually leaves the food for Chris and picked it up. Grabbing a few flares from the table beside the food. I said my goodbyes and goodnight to Luther and made my way to Chris' holding cell.

He was already by the door, with a smirk on his face."Twice in one day, it must be my lucky day Pretty Girl," he flirted.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed his plate through the slot. Pulling on the strap of my sniping gun closer to my back and just kept walking to the roof where I would take over for Angel.