He threw the bags into the back of the car and rested back against it. He was parked near the end of Woodbury, waiting for Andrea to come out to meet him. He touched his hand to the guns in their leather holster beneath his black coat. The sun was shining brightly, today held no memory of the breeze yesterday. All it was was pure heat and he hated it. He hated that the damned walkers weren't the only things out there to put a battle up against. He had the heat to deal with as well as the Governor's wrath if he were found out.

He was getting a bit antsy, hoping Andrea would hurry on up and make her way out here. He didn't want to be seen by anyone, helping this woman go on back to Woodbury's enemy. This was a betrayal in every sense of the word and he wasn't quite comfortable with it. He was always one to stay true to his word, to carry loyalty. Never had he turned his back on a promise and he wondered if this here was a sin.

With a struggled sigh he pulled a cigarette out from the inside of his coat, lighting it up and taking a deep pull. He had the thought to turn away from this car and have Andrea come up with her own way. But he had also given his word to her as well, hadn't he? He feared he wasn't making much sense, he was scared that things were never going to be the same after this.

"You look like you're struggling with this." Andrea's voice came to him and Connor turned around to look at her.

She was carrying her own bag on her shoulder and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. The sun was also beating down on her, her eyes rested on him. She was afraid he was going to back out.

"Aren't you?" He questioned, taking the bag from her and throwing it in with the rest of them.

She sighed and looked away. He could see every shade of frustration on her face. She was coping with too damn much. Was it really so hard for him to carry at least some of the burden? He had done so much in his life, killed quite a bit of people all in the name of God. It came easily then, the decisions, the pull of the trigger. So why was this decision so difficult? Why couldn't he get an answer? Why couldn't he figure out if the Governor was a good man?

"But you're still coming?" There was a plea in her voice as she looked up at him.

"Yeah. Yeah. Gave you my word, didn't I?" He flicked away the cigarette and pulled open the car door.

"I guess you did." She nodded and went around to the passenger's side, getting in. He started up the engine, pulled away from the town and drove out onto the open road.

He could feel her eyes on him every once and awhile and he felt a bit nervous beneath her stare. He rolled down the window, the wind dancing across the skin. He could see walkers along the roadside, following after the need for flesh. He cringed thinking about it, hated thinking of what the possibilities were if he left himself to those things.

"You ever wonder what it's like?" He looked to her, his voice breaking the silence that had lasted for awhile.

"What what's like?"

He lightly rubbed at his lips with his fingers before glancing back to her again. "Getting bit. You ever wonder what it'd be like?"

His words seemed to fill the car with a burdened silence that he could feel grow thicker. She didn't answer, she just looked out the windshield, her lips pressed tightly together. Connor felt like he knew what he had done. He hadn't considered the thought she might have seen something happen, that she might have experienced more than he had.

"Sorry. I wasn't thinking." Connor said softly.

"It was my sister…" Andrea finally spoke, the pain in her voice beyond evident.

Connor wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure if he had forced her to this point of admittance.

"…our camp was overrun and she went back to the RV just for something so simple as going to the bathroom and when she came back out…" She broke herself off, turning her eyes back out the window. A trail of tears danced down the skin of her cheek. "…I held her in my arms until morning, waiting for her to come back, praying that I would find something in her that would be Amy still. She wasn't there, she didn't hear anything I said, did I?" She glanced over at him, taking the pearls of tears with her fingertips. "I shot her. I ended it. Did I do her a favor? Or did I kill her?"

Connor swallowed back any emotion that had built up at her words. He watched the road stretch out before him, the bright sun glaring off the windshield. He was damn glad that he had his sunglasses to keep the rays out of his eyes.

"You did what had to be done." He simply stated without room for any argument or other sort of answer.

Her eyes stayed on him, studying him as if she were waiting for something more than that. Like she needed something more than that final word. She accepted it though and she lowered her head.

"Maybe you're right." She replied with a nod. "And what about you, Connor? Phillip says you're here until you find your brother. Do you think he'll show up? In Woodbury?"

"I found it which means he'll find it too. It was always that way with us. I did something and he came behind me. Not because I made him but because…it was always me and him. No one else."

"You were close." Andrea pointed out.

"To a fault." He laughed a little and nodded.

"And you know he's alive."

"I'd feel it if he weren't. We were twins, ain't that what's supposed to happen?"

"I think so." She said, anything to make the emotion that she could hear in his voice settle down. There was something fragile to his strength that she saw in him. Maybe it was the loss of his brother, maybe it was the dire world that they lived in. She wasn't sure.

"We searched everywhere for somewhere safe. I finally found it and I'm hoping that now he'll follow after me. Just like he always did." He gave a slight smile but it sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself.

"That tattoo, what does it mean?" She asked, making a small gesture to his left hand.

He glanced down at his hand and he felt his heart ache just a little more. "Veritas….Truth." He said. What was the truth? Was Murphy still out there? Was he doing the right thing? "Murphy had one just like it….Justice his meant."

She made a small noise that said she understood and again things fell silent. Finally they saw the prison structure just ahead. Connor's heart began to race a little quicker and he became anxious. He gripped tighter onto the wheel as he stopped the car on the dirt road.

"You can wait for me." She said, looking out the windshield at the courtyard.

The walkers were everywhere, looking around for something to eat. The hot Georgia sun baking their dead flesh.

Connor shook his head. "Hell no, why would I let you go in there alone? Gave you my word to bring you here, didn't I?"

"You did. None of this is your responsibility." She replied as she opened the door to step out.

"Doing the right thing, that's my responsibility." He stated without a way for him to be swayed in his decision.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded and got out just as she did.

"You have ammo?"

"I do."

"Well let's get going. We can get past those bastards, they have nothing on us, right?"

She smiled a bit despite the worry in her blue eyes. He gave her a nod and together they walked towards the crushed gates. There was an isolated van with an open back and parked cars. He and Andrea stayed together. Connor preferred it that way, how was he supposed to lose someone else?

Walkers came closer and Andrea took the hatchet she had brought with her. She slashed at their deteriorating faces and Connor drew one of his guns. They made it halfway without many of the walkers coming by until one came right before him. He pushed at it, aiming his gun and burying a bullet into his head.

"You alright?" Andrea asked and Connor nodded.

"Are you alone?" A harsh voice called out from behind the gate near the opening of the prison.

"Open the gate!" Andrea called out, her panic rising as more walkers took notice of their presence. She cursed herself. She knew better than to come out here so unguarded. She could have just followed after Michonne's advice, use the dead as protection against the dead themselves.

"Are you alone?" The voice demanded again.

"Open the damn gate!" Connor yelled out, as both he and Andrea were pressed against the gate.

Finally the gate was unlocked and pulled open. They urged inside and forced to their knees. One of the people locked up the gate again and Connor glanced up at where they were.

"I asked if you were alone." A man demanded again. He was tall, his curly hair slick with sweat and his eyes wild and on the defense.

"We are." Andrea replied, her confusion and near fear on her face.

"Who is he?" Another voice asked, a female. She held a heavy gun, her hair brown and down the length of her neck.

"Welcome back." The man said, pulling Andrea to her feet after they had searched them both.

"Look what we have here…Blondie and the Governor's lap dog." Merle Dixon came forward, his eyes darkening and full of a million different threats.

Connor looked up at the man and instantly regretted his decision in coming here. Merle Dixon had been a traitor to Woodbury and now that he saw him here at the prison he felt doubt fill him.

"Get up." The man with the curls demanded of Connor.

He stood up, dusting off his clothes as he looked him in the eyes.

"Rick please, we aren't here to hurt any of you."

"I wouldn't let that happen." He stated before striding off inside the prison.

"Get on in." Merle ordered, lifting his gun. His handless arm menacing with a blade attached to it.

Connor looked to Andrea and she returned his gaze with equal panic. What the hell he let her get him into?2