Chapter 1
Rick, Daryl, Oscar and Michonne had rescued Glenn and Maggie but were still in the walls of Woodbury. They were hiding in an empty house watching for the best time to run. Glenn told what had happened to him and Maggie and who did it. It was the Governor…and Merle.
"Merle's here?!" Daryl exclaimed. Glenn nodded. "I have to go find my brother!"
Rick stepped in from of him. "Daryl I need you here. You're one of our best fighters. We have no hope escaping without you."
Daryl looked down and paused. "Fine"
Rick nodded then peered out the door. The street seemed clear. They all snuck out and ran to the nearby alley. Once there, Daryl spoke, "I'll cover you when you get to the wall and then I'll meet you outside."
Daryl grabbed a smoke bomb, lit it, and then threw it towards the Woodbury fighters. Immediately, Rick and the others dashed for the walls. Daryl ran as well but his focus was to get his hands on one of the dropped machine guns. He fired back to the fighters and retreated towards the walls. He glanced to see if his friends had made it out yet. Rick and Maggie were shooting as they climbed to the top of a bus that was right by the wall. They had gotten Glenn out but Oscar was shot and fell down dead. Daryl heard Maggie's cry and heard the following gun shot. Maggie had to shot Oscar in the head to prevent him from changing.
Rick was last out. He yelled out to Daryl, who waved him on. Daryl knew he wasn't going to follow them but he had to make sure they'd go. He was out of clips now and tossed the gun aside. He only had three arrows left for his crossbow. He knew it was done but still tried. He shot two more men then dropped his crossbow and walked from behind the shelter with his hands up. "I surrender!" he yelled as loudly as he could, just to make sure he was heard clearly.
A voice he knew very well answered. "Well if it isn't my baby brother coming back for his big brother."
Daryl blinked. Glenn had said that Merle was here but it was still surreal seeing him. "I thought you were dead."
"Well baby brother it seems not." Merle chuckled.
Daryl took a step forward but right then someone came from behind and knocked him out with the butt of their gun.
There was darkness.
Daryl slowly woke up. His head was throbbing and he still saw stars. He shook his head a little and tried to move, but he found that he was bound. A little more lucid, he tested his bounds more. His wrists were handcuffed and then tethered to a chair he was sitting on. His legs were tied to it as well. He wriggled ut his bounds were sound.
"Damn" he mumbled to himself. He looked at his surroundings. He was in a small room with dim lighting. He was across from the only door. Other than that, the room was bare.
Just as he wondered what to do, the door slammed open.
The Governor walked in. Daryl had never met a man he truly feared until now. The Governor emulated power, and cruelty. This mad was a true killer.
He stood right in front of Daryl and stared down at him. "So you are my lieutenant's brother?" It wasn't really a question. "Merle tells me that you are a decent shot and that I should keep you around. That you could be a good soldier for me."
Daryl blinked. With all his brother's faults, he always tried to help Daryl in a sticky situation.
"Yes," the Governor continued, "he pleaded. It almost moved me. Two brothers so close." He paused. "But I have a problem. You are my problem. See you have now killed and wounded some of my men. That just can't be. If I let you go, some of the men will resent me. Loyalties will waver. Again, that just can't be."
He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. "I can tell you understand my predicament. You know I have to kill you."
Daryl understood very well. In his position, he would do the same. That didn't however, make him feel any better.