Hey guys! First of all, thank you SOO much to the people who have reviewed! It makes me feel amazing to know how much people like my story, and it also pushes me to write more. I'd like to apologize about my presentation of Merle. I feel like I made him too OOC, but his initial impression on Sadie has a hidden meaning that will be revealed in later chapters. :)

The car ride back to wherever I was being taken took over a half an hour. I had quit my crying just as we pulled up to a large gate. A sign nearby declared that this area was known as Woodbury. I had heard of the place before, but never ventured around it. The gate opened, and Vest man pulled in. As we drove down the street, I could see the familiar camoflauge vehicles enter and park by the large gate. As I took a better look around, my jaw almost dropped. People were walking through the place as though nothing ever happened. There was no sign of walkers, and men armed with heavy artilary guarded the perimeter. I tried not to show too much intrest, even though I was absolutely puzzled.

We pulled into the driveway of a nice house, but no one got out. The akwardness hung in the air as I depended upon my jet black hair to hide my slightly puffy and red eyes. Even though it probably made me look weird, I honestly didn't care.

The man missing an arm spoke first. "What were ya doin' there with em'?"

I looked over at him with a sympathetic look. Was he blind? Could he not see my camoflauge pants, or dog tags? "I was with the military, you dumbass."

A low, angry growl emitted from his throat. "You know what? I don' need no bitch tellin' me what I am or ain't!"

With a weak nod, I attempted to open the backseat door. No luck. Vest man was smart and had locked it.

He seemed to notice this and got out, opening the door for me and standing back. "Welcome to Woodbury."

I jumped out with no hesitation. Being locked in a car with a Redneck wasn't the funnest thing that had ever happened to me. And adding to that, he had helped kill my friends. I stared at Vest man with a burning hate in my eyes, and harshly spoke in a loud voice that only he could hear. "How could you kill them?!" My eyes filled with heated tears that threatened to fall.

As he had done before, my question was disregarded. "If you enjoy living, those men were attacked by biters. You hid in one of the trucks until we came."

Damn. These people were harsh! First they killed my close friends in front of me, then I was practically abducted, and now death threats and a fake story? Brutal...

Vest man draped an arm around my shoulders. "I'm sure you'll get over it..."

But the way he said it was what concerned me. This man was someone who shouldn't be crossed.

"Were you bit, sweetie?"

I shook my head. Apparently, Vest man's name was 'the Governor.' It sounded like something a rapist or drug dealer would be called. And quite frankly, I didn't plan on sticking around long to find out.

The African-American nurse smiled a bit and nodded. "Good. Now, may I ask what happened?"

Oh yay. Now I get to start the lies.. "Well, my group settled a few miles from here. The area we were in seemed safe enough, so we chose there," I took a deep breath as tears formed. "But a few days ago, we were attacked... all my friends were killed... and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Gunfire only brought more, so I hid in one of the jeeps until the Governor and a few others came and... took them all out..." I wiped away a few stray tears as my memories of the cruel event that took place resurfaced in my mind. The nurse handed me a tissue and sighed.

"Honey, I know it's hard. But it all gets better with time, I can promise you that right now." I nodded and resisted the urge to burst out in another sobbing fit. She gathered up what I assumed were my new medical information and left the room, leaving me to my own thoughts.

My mind wandered to the possesion in my pocket. Josiah had changed his uniform a day earlier and asked me to hold onto his dog tags. I had forgotten to return them, and they were my last physical reminder of him. I reached into my pant pocket and fumbled around until my fingers met the cool metal of the chain. I carefully pulled it out and looked down at the engravings.

Lieutenant Josiah Frankiln Fort Benning, Georgia

I burst into tears and clutched the dog tags to my heart. It hadn't even been a day and I missed him more than anything.

At that moment, the door opened and the Governor stepped in. The look of beauty I had seen before he shot down my group was now replaced with that of pure evil.