Drip. Drip. Drip.

I wasn't for sure what was dripping, I just knew that it was making a loud noise. It could have been blood, water, urine, but because of the cloth covering my eyes, I wouldn't know.

The Governor had been down a while ago, but he didn't come to see me. Judging by the screams down the hall, he was visiting someone else. Even after I heard his footsteps leave, I heard people whispering, so I wasn't for sure what was actually happening. A little while later, the quiet muttering was silenced, until I heard the groaning and snarls. There was a yell, but then the sounds of squishing and then silence again.

I stayed still in the chair I was strapped to, listening for anything else, but it remained silent.

I decided to go to sleep for as long as I was allowed to. I got maybe an hour or two in before I heard the sounds of people stomping through the halls. I couldn't make out what they were saying, which made my heart pick up. Who is down here?

They make it all the way down the hall and open the metal door, making it creak and scrape the floor and the sides of the wall. I hear continued quiet talking, then silence and a single gunshot. I yelped and accidently hit my foot on my chair in my knee jerk reaction. I curse myself in my head.

I hold my breath as I wait for something to happen.

I then hear my door open and my breathing becomes more labored.

The Governor has finally decided to put me down. I just pray to whoever is out there listening to let it be quick.

"Holy shit." I hear a male voice breath.

"Get her out of that chair." Female.

My restraints are quickly undone and my blindfold is taken off and I cringe as some dried blood causes the cloth to have to be ripped away slightly.

I bring my hands to my chest and curl up on the chair, trying to get as far away as I can as I am surrounded.

"Hey, hey, we're not gonna hurt you. We're not gonna hurt you." A heavily accented voice tells me. I find the voice speaking to me, but I don't look him in the eye. He wore a nice, but somewhat worn out tan jacket. "Can you tell me your name?" He asks.

I just look at him, unsure what to do. There were so many people.

"Hey, let's give her some space, she looks like she's gonna pass out." An Asian man says.

They all take a tentative few feet back accept for the pretty African American woman and the man who has been talking to me.

The woman looks at me and says, "Hey, it's okay. You're safe and with people who won't hurt you. See?" She takes her hand to her sword on her back and takes it off and places it on the ground. "We don't want to hurt you. My name is Michonne. Can you tell me yours, please?" Her voice the whole time stays calm and even as she keeps eye contact with me, locking me into her.

I shake my head.

"Rick, give me your jacket."

He gives her a quizzical look and takes off his jacket.

Michonne gives him a nod then looks back at me. "Here, this will keep you warm."

Is it cold down here?

I stare at it for a moment, then take it into my hands. I place it on and zip it up. I then realize how childish I must seem with how the jacket went down to my knees and my lack of speaking.

"There, that will work for now. We have a group who can take care of you. We have food, water, someone who can take care of your injuries. Will you come with us?"

I think about them for a moment. They seem genuine like Philip had been before taking on his role as The Governor. Yet, something was telling me to go with them, that they were trustworthy.

I know the warning signs. If they start showing them, I leave.

I nod my head slowly and begin to step out of the chair, only to fall over. I hadn't used my legs in a while. I guess they forgot how they work. Rick steps forward to help, but I whimper and try to get away from him.

Michonne then steps towards me and gently stretches out a hand. "Can I help you get up?"

I carefully take hold of her hand as she places my arm around her shoulder. I attempt to move my feet with her, but I end up just dragging along. She sighs and gingerly places her arm under my knees and goes "May I?". I raise an eyebrow and nod. She lifts me up with a little grunt and walks with me in her arms.

Michonne leaves the room, Rick trailing behind her. The Asian man looks at Michonne and goes, "I didn't realize you were this strong."

"I'm not."

The hall goes quiet.

The drive to the groups' base takes a while. Michonne and Rick road ahead with me in the back while the rest evacuated Woodbury onto a bus to bring them back in. I laid out on the seats, enjoying the sensation of being able to stretch out.

I can't remember the last time my muscles didn't feel so stiff.

At one point, I had finally felt relaxed enough to where I fell asleep. I had dreamed that everything I had experienced the last couple of hours was a dream itself and I had awoken to The Governor leaning over me with his favorite knife in hand.

When I woke up for real, I peered out the window tentatively to see we had slowed to a crawl as a young boy opened a gate to a prison.

I get nervous as I try to think of how I can make an escape now if I am fenced in with barbed wire and watchtowers. I begin to plan a way for me to run if things go south when we come to a stop and my door is opened by Michonne.

"Here, let's go get you fed and fixed up." She helps me sit up and carries me out again.

I am brought inside and placed in what I can guess was the cafeteria for the prison. Michonne tells me she would be back shortly and I am left with my thoughts. I glance around and take note of everything they have. They had food, but it looked like they wouldn't have much for too long, especially if they were taking in the residents of Woodbury. They have to be bringing in whatever supplies are there.

"Hey." Michonnes' voice brings me back to reality. "This is Maggie. She's going to be checking you over okay? We're gonna bring you to the infirmary first." As she says this, the other woman, Maggie, rolls a wheelchair that had been behind the table towards me. There was obviously straps on the arms at one point, but had been cut off at one point.

Michonne and Maggie get me settled into the chair and have me wheeled off through the twists and turns the prison had to offer.

Once getting to the infirmary, I am placed on the table and Maggie begins getting bandages and other supplies out. The infirmary isn't that large, but is big enough to have enough comfortable room for the office chair, the examination table and what appeared to be a metal bin that would be used for feeding livestock, but was filled with water.

"Hey," she says in a low tone voice. "I'm Maggie. Can you take off the jacket, please?"

I pause, but then begin to unzip the jacket and slowly shrug it off, wincing as it brushes against one of my many slices that was made by The Governors' blade. I hear Maggie let out a gasp and look up quickly to see her openly gapping at my body.

"I-I-I am so sorry." Her voice breaking. She clears her throat. "Um, can you take off your shirt?"

There wasn't much left of my t-shirt, it was more like a crop top at this point. I lift the piece of fabric off over my head and cover my breasts with my arm. The Governor had taken away any form of underwear I had once owned a long time ago.

Maggie drags the bin over and has a cloth and begins scrubbing my back. I let out a moan of both pain and relief of getting the caked blood that had been on my back for so long was finally being pried off. Maggie spends the next twenty minutes washing off my back and sewing me back together like a quilt and placing bandages where they need to be.

I lay on my back next, the fluffiest pillow available laid underneath me to provide some sort of cushion for my tender skin, as Maggie begins to work on my front and legs. My stomach was scarred to the point where it looked like I had a bad experience with a shredder. My legs were terribly skinny from not being used that they were disgusting to look at.

I didn't know I was crying until Maggie stopped to ask if she was hurting me.

I shook my head rapidly, feeling very choked up.

Maggie brought the basin closer to my head and I looked at her questioningly.

"I'm gonna wash your hair. I have a bar of soap, but no shampoo or conditioner. Sorry about that."

I shrugged. I haven't even had a bath since this whole thing started, this is great.

After a few moments of cleaning and brushing the dreads and knots from my hair, Maggie begins to slow down.

"Can you speak?"

I didn't do anything for a minute, before looking down at my hands in my lap and shaking my head sadly.

"Hold on a sec." She quickly gets up and goes to a drawer, grabbing a pad with a few pages on it and a chewed on pen. "Here, this can be your voice." She tells me with a bright smile.

I tentatively take the items from her outstretched hands and look at them for a moment as Maggie goes back to work on my rats nest. I eventually, awkwardly, write down four words.

My name is Charlotte.