Michonne and Jada searched the supply room and the tool shed for supplies and food for the journey back to Alexandria. They found boxes and barrels of fresh, dried, and canned food. Enough to feed all the workers for at least a year.
At least we won't be hungry Michonne thought.
They found more garden tools than they could ever want, as well as a few knives and other weapons that had been scavenged. The icing on the cake was when Michonne found her katana.
"Oh, I've missed you" she spoke to it, slipping the strap around her neck. The heavy weapon rubbed and irritated the still healing lash wounds on her back, but she didn't mind, glad that she finally got her weapon of choice back.
"That's yours?" Jada asked in wonder.
"Yep. I've had it for a long time" Michonne explained, "since the end."
"Wow" Jada exclaimed. "I've never seen anyone use a sword before. Do you think maybe you could teach me?" She asked
"Sure. One day. When we get home."
Jada nodded and looked down.
"You should pick your own weapon though" Michonne said, looking around at the garden tools. "You need to be able to defend yourself against walkers. You may not always have someone to protect you."
Jada looked around thoughtfully. She searched the shed, carefully picking up tools and putting them back down again if she wasn't satisfied. She stopped when she found a sickle.
"This looks cool" she said.
"It does" Michonne agreed. "But you see how short the handle is? You're gonna have to get close to kill. Because you're small, that may not be the best weapon. You need something that will help you kill from far away. Keep the walkers as far away from you as possible."
Jada nodded but looked disappointed.
"You can still keep that though. It's always good to have a back-up weapon. And it looks cool."
Jada smirked and tucked the handle of the sickle into the belt buckle of her badly fitting jeans. The weight of the weapon pulled her jeans downward because they were too big for her.
"Before we leave we have to find something you can wear, too. We can't have your jeans falling off." Michonne joked.
Jada giggled.
Jada eventually settled on a pitchfork as her weapon of choice. After scoping out the tool shed, Jada and Michonne headed to the Director's office to look for anything useful. The pair shuffled through the man's papers and files, rummaged through boxes of odds and ends the guards must've picked up while on runs, and records of how many pounds of fruits and vegetables had been harvested for the past two years. Michonne opened one of the drawers and found a map of the immediate area.
"This is the only helpful thing I've found" Michonne said to Jada, holding up the map. "What about you?"
Jada opened a file cabinet drawer and gasped. Michonne quickly came over to see what Jada had found and was horrified to see jars with human body parts inside. Fingers, ears, noses and a few whole hands were put in jars to preserve them. The Director had some kind of fetish.
"Close it" Michonne ordered Jada quietly, but Jada stared at one of the jars, transfixed. She lifted it slowly, bringing it to eye level. Inside was a single finger with red, sparkly nail polish on the nail. Jada dropped the jar and it shattered on the floor, the smelly embalming fluid spilling everywhere, and the impact sending the finger skidding across the floor. Jada let out a tortured scream and brought her hands to her face, sobbing.
Michonne quickly wrapped her arms around the small girl, letting her cry into her chest. The girl's sobs shook her whole body, and Michonne instantly felt pity for the child. Michonne gently led her out of the office as she cried, rubbing circles into the girl's back.
"It's ok" Michonne whispered, "It's ok Jada"
"He did it to her" she squeaked, burying her face into Michonne's chest. "That's her finger. He did that to my mom."
"I'm so sorry" Michonne said, hugging the hysterical girl more tightly. They walked back to the doors that led to the parking lot, Jada's tears slowing down during the walk.
"We're going to kill him, right?" Jada asked softly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.
"Yea. We will." Michonne confirmed.
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Rick pulled the last of the dead guards into the second parking lot that Michonne had discovered. No one had bothered to stab them in the head. Some of the workers insisted that they let the guards turn as eternal punishment for their abuse. Rick was skeptical of that idea, thinking it would be safer to just end them, but some of the workers had been here for over a year and who knows what they suffered as a result of the guards. Who was he to judge what they felt was justice?
They put up the gate that Michonne had knocked down and secured it so that the reanimated guards couldn't get to them.
Jorje seemed to be the unofficial leader of the workers, so Rick told him that he and Michonne were leaving. Rick wasn't sure if the workers wanted to leave as well or if they were going to stay and make the farm an actual home, but Jorje made it clear that he wasn't staying there anymore.
"I don't know what's out there, but I'll be damned if I stay in this hell hole one more day" He declared, and many of the workers agreed.
"Michonne and I, we're from a town called Alexandria" Rick called out to them. "It has walls, it's safe. We know of other towns as well. If you want to leave you're welcome to come with us. We can find space for you in our community or one of the others."
There was a brief silence and a woman called out "I'm going. Anything is better than this." Jorje nodded as more and more people agreed to follow Rick back to Alexandria.
"The trip will be long, and dangerous" Rick explained. "We'll probably be walking for days, and it's not safe out there. Does anyone know this area? Does anyone know how to get back to the highway?" Everyone shook their heads.
"Does anyone know how to handle themselves outside with the walkers?" Rick asked.
A spattering of people raised their hands, but most of them shook their heads. There was a reason the majority of them didn't try to escape. They couldn't take care of themselves out there. Rick's heart dropped. He didn't want to take dozens of people outside the safety of the gates just to have them slaughtered by the undead. He, Michonne, and Jorje were better off going back to Alexandria alone. Maybe they could get home and bring back trucks to pick the rest of the people up.
As Rick looked out at the weary people around him, he realized something. These people had just destroyed the guards that had been keeping them enslaved. They had skills. If they could defend themselves against the guards, they could certainly defend themselves against walkers. They just didn't know it yet.
"You have just done something that took bravery, and determination. You killed the people who had been oppressing you. I know you may not think that you can do it, but all of us, if we work together, can get to Alexandria. We just have to be smart and be prepared. We're leaving tomorrow morning at sunrise. I want you all to gather as much food, water, and supplies as you'll need to travel for at least five days. We can use the burlap sacks from the fields to carry our things. Also, wash yourselves, and take advantage of the clothes truck, bring some extra clothing in case. Get some sleep. You're gonna need it."
The people nodded and dispersed to prepare themselves for the long journey ahead. Jorje stood next to Rick, both of them glancing over to the tree where the Director was still tied after fainting.
Jorje whispered, "You think that puta will really tell us how to get out of here?"
Rick studied the tied up man who's knees were dragging on the ground as his hands were tied above his head, in the exact position he had allowed Michonne to hang in for 30 minutes after he brutally beat her. The lashes on the Director's back were uncountable, as people had lined up to get their hits in. His back was open and raw, a mess of blood and tissue, and Rick figured if the man survived the wounds he'd probably die of infection.
If he did, he deserved it.
"No, probably not" Rick responded, "but if he doesn't, I'll make sure he dies slowly and painfully as opposed to quickly."
"But how the hell we gonna get out of here without him?" Jorje asked.
"Don't worry" Rick smirked, "I have a plan B."
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The people took the rest of the afternoon as a holiday. They raided the store room and tool shed, arming themselves with weapons and stuffing the burlap bags full of food. The people then grabbed the clothes the guard had brought back and returned to their cells to wash. Many of them began singing loudly as they washed themselves for the first time in weeks.
Rick and Michonne carried a large bucket of water towards the Director's office. Michonne refused to go anywhere near their cell, so they officially claimed the Director's office as their shower and took the extra effort to carry the heavy bucket.
As they walked, Michonne said "I found a map of the area. The highway we were on is 50 miles away. If we walk all day and take minimum breaks we can make it back to the highway in two days, and from there it's about a three day walk back to Alexandria, if we don't find any vehicles."
Rick nodded quietly. "We'll never find enough vehicles for all the people who are leaving with us. We'll either have to leave them and get the RV and trucks from Alexandria, or walk the whole way."
"Some of them won't make it" Michonne said slowly, her eyes turned to Rick's face.
"Yea. I know that" Rick replied, "all I can do is warn them. But the ones that are coming, I think they'd rather die out there than stay in here. And I can respect that."
Michonne nodded and they walked in a comfortable silence until they reached the Director's office.
"Finally, we can take these disgusting clothes off" Michonne sighed, putting her side of the bucket down on the floor.
"Oh yea" Rick agreed, dropping the bucket.
"Ugh, I'm covered with dirt and grime" Michonne lamented, looking down at her stained tank top. She quickly lifted it over head, wincing as the tight skin of her back pulled, before throwing her shirt in a corner.
Rick licked his lips as he watched her obliviously unbutton her jeans. "No" Rick growled softly.
Michonne looked up, startled at the tone of his voice.
"No, you're not covered with dirt, but you will be covered with a Grimes" he said cheekily, practically ripping his own shirt off.
Michonne chuckled when she caught the meaning of his words. "Rick, we're filthy, stinky, and covered in blood."
"When aren't we?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. "Please Michonne" he begged, "I want you to feel good. You deserve it." he murmured, nibbling on her sweaty neck.
"Ugh, I feel gross" she started, causing Rick to slowly let go of her, "but we can wash after."
He grinned and kissed her passionately, pressing her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her hands found their way to her usual spot at the nape of his neck.
"Mmmm" she moaned, as Rick maneuvered his tongue into her mouth. The feeling of his lips moving against hers sent shivers down her spine, and for the first time in the past few days she forgot about the pain in her back. As they kissed, Michonne ran her hand down Rick's sides, lazily bringing them to his front and unbuckling his pants.
Rick responded by roughly grabbing Michonne's ass, causing her to jump, and he used her surprise to quickly pick her up off the ground. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the Director's desk.
"Why do I feel like we're horny teens sneaking and making out in the principal's office?" Michonne laughed, as Rick trailed kisses down her neck and between her breasts.
"'Cuz we're horny and making out in an office" Rick responded, promptly reaching around and unhooking Michonne's bra. She sucked in a breath as the bra material scratched one of her wounds.
"Sorry. You ok?" Rick asked. Michonne responded by using her legs to push down Rick's unbuckled jeans.
"I'm good baby" she whispered in his ear, and then she playfully grabbed his bulge in her hand. Rick buried his head into her neck, as she reached between them, rubbing and teasing Rick's penis as she felt it harden and grow in her hand.
"Michonne" Rick moaned, as she continued to tickle and play with him.
"Yesss?" she asked playfully as she reached her hand into his boxers and grasped his penis. She rubbed her thumb over the tip causing him to moan louder and bury his face deeper into her neck. She tugged on his boxers, pushing them further down his legs, and his penis sprang free.
"Michonne…" Rick moaned again, as she continued her work, sliding her hand up and down his penis.
"Yes baby?" she cooed as she could feel his member begin to twitch with need.
"Marry me" he whispered. Michonne paused for a moment, not sure if she heard him correctly.
"What?" she asked, confused.
Rick lifted his head from her neck and stared into her wide eyes.
"Marry me" he said again, and this time his words were unmistakable.
Michonne stared into his eyes for just a moment before saying "yes."
He smiled and grasped her face in his hands, pulling her lips to his as he ravaged her with increased vigor. His hands moved to her panties and all but ripped them off in his haste to be inside of her.
"My wife" he said possessively.
"Yes I'm yours Rick, I'm your wife. Always." Michonne confirmed, wrapping her arms around his waist in an attempt to pull him even closer.
Not being able to stand not being inside of her a second more, Rick positioned Michonne on the end of the desk and slowly entered her. They both gasped at the sensation, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, so that her butt was the only part of her still on the desk.
"Mmmm, you feel so good baby" Rick said, as he thrusted into her tight entrance.
"You too" she whispered as she ground her hips into Rick's. Rick gradually picked up the pace, and Michonne let go of his neck to lean back on the desk on her elbows. Rick placed his hands on her hips, lifting her body closer to his so that he could get a deeper angle.
"Oh Rick" Michonne gasped as he thrusted deeper into her. Her body arched and her hips circled as she got closer to her release. She felt so good, but he tried to keep his eyes open so he could watch her perfect body, glistening with sweat, writhe on the desk underneath him. His hands found hers, and they intertwined fingers. He leaned forward and laid as much of his body on hers as he could as he continued to roll his hips.
Michonne opened her mouth in ecstasy before she exploded on his dick, her walls trembling and clenching his hard member. Her orgasm was enough to set Rick off, his eyes involuntarily squeezed close, and he released his seed inside of her, shaking and panting until he was done. When he opened his eyes, Michonne was looking up at him with a smirk on her face. She sat up on the desk and wrapped her legs around Rick, pulling him into a hug.
"I love you Rick Grimes" she whispered in his ear.
"I love you too Michonne Grimes" he responded, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"So… do we need to have a wedding?" she asked.
"We can have whatever you want" Rick answered, carefully rubbing his hand down her back.
"No. We don't need one" she said after a short pause. "You've been my husband for a long time. As long as we both agree, we're married."
"OK, we're married" Rick agreed. "I'm married to the most beautiful, smartest, bravest, courageous woman I've ever met. I'm a lucky man."
"Yes, you are" Michonne agreed with a chuckle. "Now, let's go get washed up, pack our bags, and get some sleep out under the stars. It's beautiful outside."
"Does this count as the honeymoon?" Rick asked.
"Uh… no. We're actually going to do something nice for our honeymoon. Not escape from a slave farm and dodge booby traps and walkers."
"Ok. Whatever you want babe." Rick said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before moving backwards so she could hop off the desk.
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After washing each other of the dirt that coated their bodies after ten days in captivity, and changing out of their blood stained, ripped, soil marked clothing, Michonne and Rick were in a great mood. They headed to the storage room where Jada and other former workers were filling up on supplies and food for the trip back to Alexandria. Inside, they were approached by the three elderly people who served food during mealtimes in the parking lot.
"My name is Chaniece Bedford, this is my sister Ann and her husband Thomas. We wanted to thank you for getting rid of those evil men, and giving the Director what was coming to him. If I were younger I would've beat his pasty ass myself."
"Chaniece!" Ann said in horror, as Thomas, her husband rolled his eyes.
"What? You know it's true." Chaniece defended, "Don't act all hoity toity now."
Michonne couldn't hold in a giggle at the elderly woman's words.
"Uh… you're welcome Ms. Bedford" Rick said, unsure of how to respond.
"Aunty Chaneice, that's what the young folk call me. And that's not what I came over here to talk to you about anyway. We heard you're taking people back to your town, and it's a far journey and dangerous too. I wanted to ask if I could go with you."
Aunty Chaneice held up her hand before Rick could say anything.
"I know I've got lots of years. 72 years young I'd like to say. But I'm in fairly good shape. Not like my sister Ann here…"
"Oh shove it Chaniece, I've just got arthritis." Ann shot back, and Thomas put his hand on her arm to calm her down.
"Anyway, like I was saying, I want to go with you. I know it's a risk taking me, and I know I may not make it and I'm okay with that. But I can also be useful to you. I was a home health aid for 45 years and trained as a medical assistant. Ain't nobody here with the medical knowledge I have, you can ask around. And a journey like that, someone's gonna get some cuts and bruises at least."
Rick looked at Michonne who was amused and fascinated by the woman.
"Have you ever killed a walker?" Rick asked.
"The three of us lived a few miles away from here in an assisted living complex. When this shit storm started we just stayed inside. Ann's a hoarder, so she had enough food and toiletries to last us a month."
Ann gave her sister the finger.
"Anyway, after the dead started wandering around, we would watch 'em from the windows of our house and we observed how they go after noise, but we never got to see anyone stop one of them. All we saw was people getting eaten. Then our food ran out and we had to leave or starve to death. All we had was kitchen knives with us, and with Ann's arthritis we couldn't move much faster than the dead. So we would walk a mile or two and then set up camp for the rest of the day, and we learned by accident how to make a dead repellant camp. We didn't know how to kill the dead so we'd just restrain em', tie them to trees and such. Once they were restrained, Ann would try different things to kill em', cutting 'em open, taking out their heart and the such. She'd leave such a bloody mess."
"We found that when we tied up the dead, and their guts were all over the place, the others would walk past us if we were quiet enough." Ann chimed in.
"We never figured out they had to be stabbed in the head for them to die, but we learned how to camouflage and that's how we survived until we arrived here." Thomas said, speaking for the first time. "If I knew what that whip cracking son of a bitch was I would've stayed out there in the forest."
Rick nodded, impressed that the elderly family had survived as long as they had.
"So, I want to see this town you're talking about for myself. My sister and my brother in law are going to stay here. You and your lady friend… um… what's your names dears?" Aunty Chaniece asked.
"I'm Rick Grimes, and this is my wife Michonne" Rick answered, smiling at the thought of introducing her as that for the first time. Rick glanced over at Michonne's face and she was giving him a faraway look, as if she were lost in his eyes. She looked like a love sick puppy.
"Y'all must be newly weds" Ann said, chuckling. "Thomas doesn't ever look at me like that anymore"
"Hush woman. Maybe I would if you'd stop nagging and bickering with your sister" Thomas added.
"You see, that's another reason I want to go, I've been stuck with these two for years" Aunty Chaniece said, nodding towards the married couple. "They need alone time and so do I."
Rick outright laughed. "Ok… ok you can come. But it's going to be nonstop walking, and you'll have to fight. We will run into walkers."
"Don't worry about fighting. I grew up fighting. Got suspended from school many a time for fighting. I can handle myself. Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Grimes, for taking a chance with me."
"Just call me Rick" Rick said.
"And I'm Michonne" Michonne added.
"Make sure you have a full pack of food for at least 5 days, and water too. We're leaving at dawn."
Aunty Chaniece nodded and moved off with Ann and Thomas following close behind. As soon as she left, Jada who had been listening to the conversation from a few feet away, quickly ran over.
"You guys are married? You told me you weren't!" she all but yelled, with a betrayed look on her face. Rick and Michonne were both startled by the little girl's passion.
"We weren't when we told you that. We just decided to be married today. A few hours ago, actually" Rick explained.
The anger on Jada's face slowly drained away. "Oh… ok then" she said strangely.
"Are you ok?" Michonne asked.
The little girl looked from Michonne to Rick and then nodded, a smile slowly moving across her face. "Yes. I'm ok. I will be at least. I'm happy for you guys." She reached out and hugged Michonne first, and then Rick. "My bag is packed with food and I'm ready to go. And look Michonne, I found some new pants and a shirt in the clothes pile." She said, turning around to show off her new pair of jeans. Although the shirt and pants were still too large for her, probably an adult small, they fit better than her previous pair. And the sickle that she had stuck in her belt didn't drag the jeans down.
"They look great" Michonne said. "But here, let me teach you a trick for the shirt."
Michonne quickly and skillfully tied up the back of the shirt so it fit more tightly around the little girl and didn't hang off of her like a dress.
"Thanks" Jada said happily, "my mom used to tie my clothes up like that too when we were on the road, and sometimes if we were bored and stuck inside at night she would paint my finger nails…" Jada stopped speaking as the vision of her mother's finger flashed through her head.
Michonne knew exactly what she was thinking and held the girl's shoulders. "It sounds like your mom loved you very much, and I'm sure she would be proud that you've survived this long, and that you're still surviving. And I bet she's watching over you right now, and happy that you're getting out of here."
Jada looked up at Michonne. "Yea, I bet she would be" she said with a small smile, "Are you guys sleeping outside tonight?"
"Definitely. We were going to look at the stars. Care to join us?" Rick asked.
"Cool. Yea. I'll be out there," Jada said excitedly.
"We'll meet you outside" Michonne replied.
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When Rick and Michonne made their way back outside, Jorje had informed them that the Director had woken up but refused to explain to them where the traps were. He said he would only show them in the morning, one trap at a time, to ensure he wasn't killed. He was left tied to the tree overnight, in exactly the same way he had tied up Michonne overnight, and several people volunteered to watch him while the others slept.
Rick, Michonne and Jada picked a spot in the middle of the parking lot to lay down and stargaze. Jada had found a blanket and spread it out, and the three of them laid back and enjoyed the cool breeze and the beautiful display above their heads.
"Wow there's so many" Jada said in awe. "When I lived in a house I never saw this many before"
"It was the lights" Michonne said, "the lights from houses and cars and buildings, it blocks out the stars so you couldn't see them. But now that there's no lights out here, we can see all the stars."
"What's that big white line in the sky?" Jada asked, "I've never seen that thing before"
"It's the end of our galaxy. The Milky Way galaxy. We're actually inside, looking out. And past that white line are all the other galaxies that exist."
"Wowwwwwww" Jada said in wonder. "Do you think people could ever go and see what's past our galaxy?"
"Well, it would take a really long time to get there. Longer than any one person could live. And we lost some of the scientists and technology that we had to make rocket ships. But I'm confident one day we'll be able to start a space program again. Now that we know it's possible, we just need young people like you to make it possible again." Rick said.
"You think maybe, I could be a scientist?" Jada asked, turning her head to look at the couple.
Michonne placed her hand on Jada's. "You can be anything you want to be. We need scientists to help us make things and grow food, and rebuild the world. We have a scientist in our community. His name is Eugene. I'm sure he would love to train you and teach you what he knows."
"Cooool" Jada said. "Maybe we can build a rocket. I made one once out of soda and a water bottle."
"I'm sure Eugene would love that" Michonne said.
Jada let out a yawn.
"I think it's time for you to go to sleep" Rick said, "We'll be walking all day. We need everyone alert."
Jada sat up so she could see Rick and Michonne better. "Will you guys stay out here with me? Are you sleeping here too?" she asked, obviously afraid they'd leave her out there once she fell asleep.
"We're not going anywhere" Michonne said, straightening out the blanket so the girl could lay back down. "Go to sleep".
Jada nodded and settled back down, tucking her hands behind her head. Within minutes she was breathing deeply, fast asleep.
"Cute kid" Rick said, as he wrapped one arm under Michonne and turned her so she was facing him. She snuggled up closer to him and rested her head on his chest.
"Yea she is, but I can't wait to see our kids" Michonne said.
"I know they're fine" Rick said reassuringly, "I know they are. We'll see them in less than five days, and they'll be ok."
Michonne nodded against Rick's chest. "Let's get some rest" she said, and she closed her eyes. The three of them fell asleep on the blanket, listening to the chirp of crickets and the moans of the walkers trapped behind the gates in the other parking lot.
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Day 11
The next morning, Rick and Michonne were awake before the sun rose. Jada was still sleeping on the blanket, so the two of them took the opportunity to wake up the Director who was leaning against the tree, his back wounds still continuously dripping blood.
"Wake up" Rick said harshly, and the man jumped. "I hope you're ready and rested enough to show us where every one of those traps are"
The Director looked from Rick to Michonne fearfully. "It's been a while since I've been out through those fields. I remember where most of the traps are, but…"
"Oh, you'd better remember where every single one is" Rick said, getting in his face. "'cuz if you don't, and someone gets killed, what happened to you yesterday will feel like tickling compared to what's next."
"You can't threaten me!" the Director said arrogantly. "You need me! If I don't say anything you're trapped here. As a matter of fact, I won't say anything until I'm untied and my wounds are treated."
Rick's face turned a shade of red that Michonne knew meant he was about to lose it. She quickly stepped in front of him. "You don't make any demands here" Michonne said, and Rick watched as Jorje who was sleeping nearby woke and came over. "You do what you're told."
"No!" the Director said stubbornly. "As a matter of fact, I'm not telling you anything. Find the way yourselves. I know you're just going to kill me anyway. What's the point?"
Jorje grabbed the Director's neck and squeezed, causing the man's eyes to pop open wide. "You're not gonna tell us anything? 'Cuz there's a line of people waiting to kill you if you're not helpful to us. This is your last chance to be helpful."
Jorje let go of the Director's neck and the man sucked in a few breaths. "I'm not talking!" the man said stubbornly.
Rick pulled Jorje and Michonne over to the side. "I had another plan, in case he didn't talk, and it seems that's what's gonna happen here. We can let the guards out into the fields and let them fall into the traps. Once they've set off the traps we'll know where it's safe to walk."
"You think that'll work?" Jorje asked.
"That's really our only other option" Rick said, "or else he owns us because of what he knows."
"It'll work" Michonne said confidently, nodding towards Rick.
"Ok" Jorje agreed. "We can do this without him. I'll try one more time, and if it doesn't work, I'm killing him."
Jorje walked over to the Director who looked up at him in fear and defiance. "Dude, this is your last chance. Show us where the traps are."
The Director shook his head like a petulant child, and Jorje reached down and snapped the Director's finger backwards, breaking it. The man screamed and cried, waking up everyone else who was sleeping outside.
"You not gonna tell us?" Jorje yelled.
"You filthy piece of…" his sentence was cut off by a kick from Jorje.
"You not gonna tell us?" Jorje screamed again.
The Director scowled but kept quiet. Jorje cut the Director's hands from the tree, and wrapped them behind his back. He began to march him over to the gate where the walker guards were circling. Rick, Michonne, and the other people in yard marched behind Jorje to see what would happen. Jorje pressed the Director up against the gate and the guards went crazy trying to bite and claw at him.
The Director screamed and tried to push himself away, and Rick was satisfied to see he had peed on himself. "You not gonna tell us?" Jorje whispered this time. "I hope you all die" the Director whimpered.
Rick unlocked the gate and Jorje quickly pushed the Director inside with the guards. The crowd looked on in silence as he was torn to pieces, still screaming for minutes as they ate him alive.
"Get your packs" Rick said to the crowd. "We're gonna carry out plan B."
