Michael understood that look, he knew he wasn’t welcomed and that was made very clear even without words. He stood, shifting uncomfortably, his feet shuffling some, “I’m not going to ask anything of you. I’m just resting before I hit the road again.” Of course Scofield would love to ask for some security in return for his labor or whatever the man wanted, but for now he’d just be thankful if he weren’t shot.
The prison stood tall in the background, obvious to anyone that entered the outside field full of walkers they cleared out every now and again. They couldn’t take the chance - what if he went back to whatever group he had and told them about the prison? What if they tried to take it or destroy it like the Governor had done? They were living a constant war, a battle to keep what they had safe and secure. “Where’d you come from?” He’d start with that, make sure he didn’t have a group, people that he could go running back to.
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