Chapter 3.
"Welcome, welcome!" the Governor smiled at his captives and made a flamboyant gesture with his hand.
"This is my new keep, isn't it just lovely?"
The place was obviously an old police station. In better days the building had been full of people coming and going, footsteps echoing and phones ringing in the long hallways. Now it was just dire, seemingly empty building, full of menace and shadows.
Daryl and Carol could see all this, because now the hoods and duct have been removed from their faces. Also their feet and hands were free now. But there was no hope for escaping whatsoever.
The doors were blocked and barricaded, windows heavily boarded up. But the worst part were the people within.
There were maybe dozen of men, worst kind of human scum. Aggressive, brutal, cruel men with pale faces and angry, loud voices. They were all heavily armed. And they worshipped the Governor as their leader. Called him The Big Man.
Daryl spotted only one familiar face – Martinez was there too. He looked bearded and tired. Obviously the months with these horrible people hadn't been too good for him. He gave Daryl a short nod. Then he spotted Carol and – Daryl could tell – for a brief moment there was pity on his face.
A disgusting thought flashed through Daryl´s mind when his guardians pushed him forward the hallway.
The mexican had seen women in this place before. And he felt some kind of pity because he knew what was going to happen to them inside these walls.
Daryl turned his head and tried to see Carol's face. Behind Daryl, the men were pushing her forward as well. But her guards weren't in any hurry. On the contrary, they grabbed and pushed her deliberately, laughing and joking.
"Wow, what a piece of ass! Mature, but good looking! Look at her guys! Fresh meat!"
Daryl could hardly breath. Because of his stupidity the one person he cared the most in this world was now on a harm's way. And what kind of harm – the kind that poor woman has already had her share back in the days with her asshole husband. This was like a nightmare with no hope of waking up.
And there they were, at the end of the hallway, and there was a sign on the door:
Interrogation Room.
Men pushed them in. Only one guard was allowed inside, he shut the door and left the animalistic herd outside.
There was a table and a few chairs in the middle of the room. And behind the table was the Governor.
At least he had given up that stupid hat, a random thought went through hunter's mind.
"Sit down, sit down, both of you! Don't be shy little lady – there is always room for a nice little chat, isn't there?"
Governor laughed and rubbed his hands together.
"There really is nothing like meeting old friends, isn't there?".