"No," Isabel said bitterly. It wasn't really the prison that bothered her even though she didn't like all of the rules. Michael was out there somewhere. He could be alone and scared. She didn't know.
Max was the leader. He had always naturally taken to that role as if something inside of them all knew he had been their king in a different life. But that had been back when there was a group to lead. Now there was just Isabel and Liz. And Liz just did everything Max told her too usually. She supposed that she did everything Max told her to too. Even though sometimes they fought about it.
"It's fine I guess." she acquiesced. She shrugged her shoulders. "I mean there's walls to keep the zombies out and food. But there's also tons of stupid drama and people who try to tell you what you can and can't do. I haven't really found my place there yet."
And Isabel wasn't sure if she would. She always had an easier time fitting in with her peers but that was before she had spent all those hard months on her own, traveling by herself. Scared and alone. She realized she was projecting her own experience on Michael. She couldn't help it.