Chapter 7 - Sickness of the Mind. Decided it'd be pretty cool to have some from Andrea's perspective. I also have an exact idea of where I'm going with this story now so just hold on :) Review and favourite if you like it. Also - if you want you can request on some other things to write, I'll do most things to do with The Walking Dead and plenty of other books, TV shows and films too - if I've seen or read them. I can write them when I find the time.


Andrea

Andrea gasped as the door unveiled the scrawny body of a boy tied up tightly into a chair. She knew that hat anywhere, it was Carl. Daryl had been right.

Earlier on she'd woken up to the screams and gunshots of another attack. She remembered grabbing her knife and gun and stuffing them into her pocket before running out of the house to find it was misty again. Whoever these people were, they weren't friendly. At least that's what she thought, until she literally crashed into the body of a man. Out of instinct she had pulled her gun out of her pocket and pointed it at the man who held a crossbow in hand. She could see a flash of recognition in his eyes and felt the same happen to her. It took a moment of her to realise who it was and when she did, she instantly picked herself up and dragged him into a street corner.

At first she just stared at him with shock until he pulled away from her "Daryl... I..." She tried to think of what to say "Why...?" she asked him. "What are you talking about?" He spat at her face "Daryl these are good people. Why attack them, they've done nothing to you. Is Rick here? Is Rick alive?" she whispered. "I ain't got time for this and I could ask the same about you." She stared at him. "I'm here because this is a good place taken care of by a good man, and you are ruining it!" she almost shouted.

He glared at her "Good man? Good man you say? Well I think you should take a closer look at the system this guy has going here, then you'd understand." She stepped forward "What the hell are you talking about?! When I found out you were the terrorists I wanted to leave to see you, but I never had the chance and I didn't know where you were! Why are you here? What are you doing here?" The questions spilled out of her mouth and there was a pause. "Few days back, maybe... a week, Governor took Maggie and Glenn when they were on a supply run, tortured 'em but we got 'em back. But then he got me and... Carl. I got out, as you know but Carl..." he quietened.

Andrea breathed, The Governor had Carl? "The Governor is a good man-"she tried to speak but Daryl cut her off "Well I don't think so, maybe you should take a closer look around," he looked over her shoulder "Shit." He said the word in a hushed whisper and pushed past her shooting at the soldiers that were currently surrounding his group. Andrea has looked back to see Maggie, Michonne and a man she didn't recognise. Her hand clasped around her knife and she thought about helping them, but then, a single consideration floated across her mind. What if he was lying?

She had paused loosening her grip around her knife and decided it was time to take a closer look around. So she did; and she had found Carl, tied to a chair, in the utmost room he could possibly be in within the institution. Daryl never would have found him; they would have got caught before they did. She stared at the boy who looked up at her with shock and thankfulness.

"Carl..." she breathed, hurrying forward and grabbing the knife from her pocket. She quickly cut him loose and allowed him to fall forwards into her arms. His hands gripped her tightly and he stood up, using her as his support. Andrea stared at him, eyes wide with dismay. So Daryl was right, The Governor wasn't all that he seemed to be. She thought for a second as she steadied the boy in her hands, maybe she could still figure it out with The Governor – no one had to die. Maybe he had a few problems that needed to be solved and then they'd be fine. Maybe... She gasped as she turned to see The Governor standing in the doorway.

Carl

"You shouldn't have come looking." He said sharply, walking towards Andrea who still held Carl tightly in her arms. Carl clutched onto her coat, glaring at the man. "Philip, I-"Andrea stuttered before shouting "How could you do this to a young boy?" she spat at his face as he marched over to them. He shook his head "I guess you could say he deserved it." Deserved it? Carl intensified his grip on her coat with resentment. This man was insane. He blinked, struggling to stay upright on his feet as exhaustion washed through his body. He shook his head, struggling to clear his thoughts as the muffles of the other people in the room talking travelled into his ears.

Suddenly, a loud boom shuddered through the room and Carl felt as Andrea's body fell onto his own. He yelped as her weight crushed his gaunt body and blood dribbled from the hole in her head onto his face. He felt as she was dragged off him and sat up to see The Governor hauling her out of the room. He looked over at Carl who scowled at him as best he could and shut the door, the keys clicking at the lock once more.

Carl rolled over onto his side, too tired to try to escape. His hunger still echoed across him empty stomach and his mouth was dry and rough. The gunshots slowly died down, and he wondered what had really happened outside the walls of his jail.