That said, my fic takes place at the end of season 3. It's a rewrite because even if it's been a long time, I couldn't accept it. So it starts when Andrea escaped Woodberry and went to the prison to warn them of Philipp's evil plan.

Hope you enjoy it.


Andrea is so close to the prison right now, she can even see Rick in the tower doing his watch. She feel relieved now that only a few steps separate her from her friends, her real home, she'll finally be home again with Rick, Carol, Daryl, Beth and of course Michonne. She should have listened to her friend that day and left Woodberry with her. At first, she didn't understood why Michonne would like to get back in that awful world out there now that they can have a kind of normal life with a bed, food, all we need and most of all a place where she could sleep both eyes closed without wondering if a walker would make her his snack of the night. Now she does, she does understand. Her friend saw the real Philipp at first sight, this girl as a sixth sense that always kept both of them safe back in the woods, never a walker could escape the deadly kiss of her katana. Talking of kiss... She has one to deliver, one she should have delivered a long time from now.

''Stop thinking and move Andrea! Damn you slow sometimes. Even though Phillipp's probably dead by now I don't know when a walker will creep up on me. Only a few steps and I'm there.''

As she takes a step forward, she feels a hand clasping her mouth forcefully and an arm circling her waist. Tightening his grip at the waist, her attacker releases his other hand only to quickly hit her with something. Before she falls down into the dark hole of unconsciousness, she has the time to see a blur face with a pirate eye.

- Phillip?, she whispers.

- Shhh Love, sleep now.

When Andrea wakes up, she can't see anything. Her eyes can't adjust to the light yet. Her head feels like she was hit by a truck, her mouth is dry and she feels dizzy. She tries to move but her body doesn't let her do that.

She hears a muffled voice saying something to her, she can't determine if it's a man's or a woman's voice.

- ...stay down...don't move...sleep...later.

Her will isn't stronger than her body and she goes back again in a profound sleep still not knowing where she was or with who she was. All she can remember was that she was heading to the prison to protect Michonne. She didn't wanted her to get hurt because there was a plan with Rick, that he'd give her to save his people. But this wasn't how it would have worked, no Philipp was a sick man, blood-thirsty. He wanted everybody dead.

- Rick. Don't. Michonne. Please. Andrea said into her sleep.

Philipp wanted everybody dead, so she escaped Woodberry to warn them. To save them. But he chased her. She thought he was long dead, eaten by the walkers but Philipp is a superbad, and superbad don't die so easily.

- It's gonna be ok. Michonne's safe now, a man voice said.

Andrea felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and instantly woke up

- PHILLIP! She said in total panic.

She saw concrete walls around her and the silhouette of a tall man besides her but couldn't see quite well yet. She realised that she wasn't tied. ''I have to get out of here'' she thought to herself. As quickly as she could, she got up and pushed the man, heading for the light but he grabbed her lightly and kept her at distance.

- Hey Andrea. It's me, Rick. You ok now, you're safe.

- Rick? This can't be... Where am I?

- You're at the prison.

- But this makes no sense, I-I... Philipp he attacked me before I got here.

- Please sit, I'll explain.

Andrea was still unsure about this but she complied and sat on what she thinks was her bed. The different shades of lights were now equalizing slowly.

- Here have some water.

She felt a glass in her right hand. She was so thirsty that she drank it almost bottoms up. Feeling the water down her throat has never been so good. She could see clearer now, the guy in front of her was definitely Rick. But how could this be possible?

- Michonne and Daryl were outside when The Governor attacked you. They were a few feet away from you and Daryl noticed something moving in the woods that didn't looked like a walker according to what he said. By the time they got there, they had the time to see the Governor truck leaving the woods and they found you lying on the ground. He probably heard them coming and knew that alone against us, he couldn't win so he flew. When Michonne got back into the prison with Daryl, she screamed Hershal name which probably woke up everyone. You were in her arms barely breathing and the face covered in blood.

- Damn...

- Yeah. You seemed pretty banged up. Hershel and Carol took care of you. They gave you some injection to keep you calm when you woke up earlier. They said you'd probably feel a bit confused and that you could have some difficulties to see. How do you feel?

- Well all my body feel like a whole crowd of crazy people on a Black Friday just ran over it and I think my head is gonna explode soon. Where is Michonne?

- She's outside at this time. I'm gonna ask Hershel to come and see you. Just relax for now.

- Rick!

Rick had left the room. ''If he doesn't want to answer my question it's because something's wrong! He probably gave her to Philipp. He has no right too!'' Andrea was fulminating right now. All she wants to do is get up and run after him until her answers but her legs just can't. Instead she stays sit, impatiently waiting for Hershel, looking at those fucking grey boring prison walls.

- Andrea! How do you feel? Rick told me you were awake.

- Where is Michonne?!

- Hmm, well I don't know I'm sorry Andrea. Didn't you asked Rick?

- He said she was out. What is going on?

Hershel sighed and looked down for a second before taking a seat in front of the blonde. He looked at her trying to figure out how to tell her without causing her to panic even more. Andrea was waiting, and god knows patience isn't her virtue.

- What is going on Hershel? She insisted.

- Michonne is missing for now. You are probably aware of the deal the Governor offered Rick. Michonne against the peace. Well at first Rick thought it was the best thing to do and he spoke to me, Daryl and Merle about it. But then he revised himself, but it was too late. Merle took the initiative to take Michonne to the meeting point. Well at least that's what we think.

- What? But are you crazy? How could have you even consider to give him Michonne? I thought you were a family here! Since when do we...

- Andrea calm down please. This serves nothing to be agitated. Rick considered it, to protect us but he made the right choice in the end. Daryl in on their track, don't worry, he'll find them.

- He has too. Do you know what Philipp had plan for her? A slow and painful torture session.

A tear rolled down Andrea's perfect blue eyes to her cheek. Hershel looked at her with a mix of concern, fear and sadness. He really hoped Daryl would find them before it's too late.


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