Arya

The room was dark and smelt like rotting meat, there was a dim light glowing in the corner of the room, but every time Arya tried to move towards it, the light kept getting further away.

*BANG*

Arya woke with a start. It was the middle of the night, all lights were out, but she could hear talking outside her door.

She stood up and equipped herself with her weapons. Arya moved closer to the door and slipped into her shoes.

"Just stand outside their damn door, alright? I ain't got the time to be fuckin' 'round with ya."

That was Merle, no doubt about it. When did he get back? Stand guard? Did that mean he found Michonne?

She couldn't just stand by while they held that woman prisoner, she didn't want to be here.. Just like Arya.

Maybe if she helped Michonne escape, she would let Arya travel with her, just for a little while..

When Arya heard the retreating footsteps she quietly opened the door and snuck out.

The walk out of the building was too quiet and it took forever.

Arya didn't even know where to look, where would they hold someone? How would Arya even get past the guards?

Her question was answered when she creeped around the corner and went into the alleyway. At the end of the alley, Merle had just walked into a small building followed by the guy she assumed he had been talking to.

She'd hold Merle at gun point if she had to, she would get Michonne and Needle and then they would leave.

Arya took a deep breath and opened the door, the room she stepped into looked like it had been a waiting room, she quietly shut the door and walked towards the back, she peeked through the door with the window and saw the man standing outside a door, he looked angry and tired.

But where was Merle?

"What're ya doing following me kid?"

Arya jumped and pulled her gun out then aimed it at Merle.

"Aw c'mon now, you're not gonna shoot me are ya? That would just make it harder for you to get out of this place."

"Let Michonne go. And I want my sword, I'm leaving. Now."

Merle smirked. "I ain't got Michonne. And I'll help ya leave, I got your sword back in my room. I just gotta pack a bag and we can be on our merry way."

"What?" Arya asked dumbfounded.

He was going to help her leave? He was going to leave with her? She didn't want to go anywhere with him.

"Listen Cat, we don't havethe time to talk logistics here. We have to go."

Merle grabbed her arm and started pulling her along.

Arya let herself be dragged for a moment and then started hitting Merle.

"No! I don't want to go anywhere with you! And if you don't have Michonne who is that guy guarding? Let go of me!"

Merle stopped and then grabbed Arya by her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, his intense gaze shut Arya up.

"If ya wanna live you're gonna come with me whether you like it or not, sugar. I'm nothing compared to the Governor and most of his people, do you understand me? They will kill you, and some of the men... Lets just say you'd be wishing you were dead if they got ahold of you. I didn't find the damn bitch when I went out looking for her, I brought back people from my old group.. People that were with my baby brother. And they say he's still alive so were leaving, they're gonna take me to him."

Arya looked into Merle's eyes and put her gun away. She believed him, and if what he said was true she didn't want to be here a moment longer.

"Ok. Ok lets go."

Arya was running, the tears that welled up in her eyes made it difficult to see where she was going but that didn't matter, she just had to get as far away as possible.

Someone grabbed her arm and she pulled out her sword and put the blade at the persons throat.

He was taller than her, with icy blue eyes and black hair.

He released her hand and raised them as if he was surrendering.

"I j-just want to help you." He stammered

"You can't help me."

"I'll take you out of here. Far away from here. I have a car ready to go."

Arya pushed on her sword and broke the mans skin, blood dripped down his throat.

"Please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what they did but they'll be looking for you and we have to go now!"

Arya put her sword down and felt a pang of guilt.

"Promise you'll take me far away from here."

"I promise."

Arya felt better having needle on her, she didn't feel weak anymore.

Merle and her went to Merle's room first, he tossed her needle and packed his bag in a hurry. He said they didn't have time to stop at her room, so she was stuck with a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt that was too big for her.

She hoped Merle packed enough water and food, seeing as how she didn't have her rucksack full of emergency food.

Arya hid in the waiting room while Merle had gone to get the people from his old group.

The man who was standing guard walked through the room Arya was in, he was muttering curses.

"Alright girly, come out."

Arya crawled out from her hiding spot and was looking at an Asian looking man who's face was beat pretty badly, and next to him was a pretty girl who was a few years older than Arya.

"Who's this?" The girl asked looking very suspicious.

"She's coming with us, it doesn't matter who she is."

Merle rushed us out of the building and brought us to the far end of the town, there was a gate that wasn't being watched.

"Where's the guards?" The Asian boy asked looking around.

"Took care of him already." Merle stated shortly.

We jumped the fence and ran into the woods.

After 20 minutes of walking in silence, the girl spoke.

"We're gonna be walking for a few miles, we won't be there until morning."

"That's fine darling, were gonna walk until we get there."

"Can we trust her?" She asked looking back and forth from Merle to Arya.

"Maggie, we can't even trust Merle. Why should we trust someone he's with? She hasn't said a word, we don't even know her name."

"Arya. My name is Arya. And I'm not going to do anything stupid. I just wanted to get out of Woodbury."

Maggie nodded her head and looked at her boyfriend.

Merle looked at Arya with suspicion but masked it quickly.

"I'm Maggie, and this is Glenn."

Glenn sighed and held his hand out for her to shake.

Arya took his hand and shook firmly.

"Sorry for the third degree.. We've just been through a lot."

Arya nodded her head and tried for a small smile.

Glenn returned it and they all continued walking.

Glenn and Maggie were leading and Merle stayed back with Arya, he held his arm back to stop her from walking.

"Ya said your name was Cat."

It was a statement, not a question.

"I lied."

"So how do I know ya ain't lying about your name being Arrya?"

"It's Arya. And I lied to the Governor because I don't trust him. Maggie and Glenn seem like good people, I have no reason to lie to them."

"Ya lied to me as well, girly."

"I don't trust you either."

"But I know your name now." Merle smirked.

Arya rolled her eyes.

After about two hours of walking, the sun was rising and they could see a big prison in the distance.

"Home sweet home." Glenn said sarcastically.

"Y'all live in a prison, how fancy."

"It's not much, but it's home." Maggie said and grabbed ahold of Glenn's hand.

Arya smiled as she saw the interaction between the two and was reminded of Gendry. She quickly brushed her thoughts away though.

Glenn headed towards one of the fences that were tied up with wire, Maggie started undoing the fence while Arya and Merle took out the straggling walkers around the fence.

Once they got in, Glenn tied up the fence again.

Arya didn't have a chance to turn around, but she heard the cock of a gun from behind her.

"Drop your weapons."

The voice sounded like it belonged to a teenage boy.

"No, Carl. She's fine." Maggie said standing closer to Arya.

Arya turned around and was looking at a boy her age, pointing a gun at her.

He was wearing a sheriffs hat. He had messy chestnut brown hair, and was wearing a black t shirt that was way too big for him and blue jeans with work boots.

"I'm not giving you my weapons."

"Wow, kid you've grown up."

The boy took his eyes off Arya and then saw Merle. His jaw dropped.

"Merle?"

A man came walking down the hill towards them.

He shared a resemblance to the young boy who was still pointing a gun at her.

"Well look who it is, officer friendly. The man who left me for dead in Atlanta. Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes."