Rick flag walked up to the final recruit for task force X’s cell in Belle Reve correctional center. He looked to the guard accompanying him as a precaution as the final recruit was labeled as level 5. Highly dangerous. He looked down at his paper and at this girl. He looked down at it again and back at her. She didn’t look like she was a level five threat. This girl looked like a fly would hurt her.

“…This is her?” Rick asked the guard, looking down at her file. She looked scarier on paper than she did in real life. He gently knocked on the cell window with his knuckle, peering inside the frosty cell, only seeing frosted over surfaces and bloody marks here and there.

the cell door opened and he hesitantly stepped in, looking down at who was supposed to be his final recruit. This shivering little thing in the corner of the cell. He sighed, looking back at the indifferent guard with a look of slight disdain before crouching down to her level slowly as to not scare her.

“Hey, Sweetheart, I just wanna talk to you about getting you out of here.” Rick told her. No response. He gently placed his hand on the metal bed. “no ones gonna hurt you out here. I’m not gonna hurt you, yeah?” He reassured, slowly moving in to brush against her hand but she got spooked and jumped back, scooting further into the dark corner of her cell.