I know it's been a little while since I updated. Family stuff. I want to post a warning for this chapter. Contains disturbing revelations. Think along the lines of what nearly happened to Maggie in Woodbury. Enjoy, if you can.

Chapter 10.

Sarah.

"You know each other?" he asked quietly.

"No." I exclaimed.

"We sure do." Merle leered at me. My breakfast threatened to reappear. I pushed past both of the brother's, wanting to escape this situation.

"We should reach the prison soon if we keep a steady pace." I prayed to any gods that may have existed that he would not pursue the topic. A hand grabbed my shoulder however.

"No." Daryl said quietly, curiosity shone from his eyes. "Tell me."

"I'd rather not." I whined.

"Did you two...?" he gestured between us.

"God no!" I tried pulling away again. "Please... Don't ask. Just let me go." my voice broke slightly and I cursed myself.

"You should tell him." Merle sighed as he appeared by his brother's side. We both glared at him. "Or I will."

"Daryl please... Let me go." I said a little more forcefully, panic rising in my voice.

"You met her before. When?"

"About eight maybe nine months ago." he replied.

"Let me go..." I tugged to get free but still he ignored me.

"And you left her?! She was on her own for five months before I found her!" He bellowed

"Merle... Don't say anything." the glare was turned on me then.

"Tell me!" he shouted in my face. I flinched.

"Let me go!" I yelled as I panicked. I fell in a heap on the floor as Daryl looked down at me in shock. I placed my head between my knees and grabbed at my hair as images flashed through my mind.

"What... What happened to her?" he quizzed his brother.

"Let's just say we found her. She's got the scar to prove It." he spoke flatly.

"You son of a bitch." Daryl growled and advanced on his brother.

"I had to keep up appearances." he held up his hand, trying to fend off his brother.

"What did you do to her?!" I looked up at them and sent Merle a pleading look.

"I found her. The Gov had some fun with her while I killed her friends." I was filled with shame at myself. Daryl was shaking his head unbelieving. "I couldn't stop him or I'd be dead."

"No... He didn't." One look my way and Daryl knew his brother was telling the truth. "And you stayed with that guy?"

"I had to survive." he spoke frankly.

"Sarah." He was crouched in front of me. "Tell me it isn't true." I wiped my tears away. He needed me to say it. "What did he do to you?"

"I think you know what he did." I spoke, barely audible. His breath came out in a ragged huff. He drew me into his arms and held me gently. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to calm my own breathing.

"They killed your friends. You told me when we first met. I never thought..." He was suddenly gone and advanced on Merle. "You killed her friends, you let... that happen and left her for dead? You son of a bitch!" He laid into his brother.

"Daryl stop!" I yelled as I jumped to my feet and rushed to the fighting brothers. "Please." I struggled to stop them but when I fell to the ground with a dull thud Daryl was immediately by my side. I waved him off as I got to my feet. "Daryl, I'm Fine. I healed from that a long time ago. Just... Don't grab me like that. It freaks me out." he paced back and forth, clearly distressed.

"How could you leave her like that? With no one to help her? I shouldn't have gone back for you." he spat venomously at his brother.

"He did help me I guess. He was left to finish the job... But he didn't." I looked down at my hands and the memories flashed in my head. "Never got the chance to thank you Merle... But you're still an asshole."

"And darn proud of it."

"Daryl please. Lets just get back." he just nodded slowly and flashed his brother the death glare.

"This conversation isn't over." he glowered at me.

Little did we know that something bigger was waiting for us at the prison.

...

Another grave. One we couldn't dig until the walkers were taken care of.

We sat in the cellblock, deadly silent. No one was happy that Merle was back, but they couldn't be parted with Daryl again. I watched that smug son of a bitch watching us. I hated him. But we needed Daryl.

No one was talking about the task at hand.

"We can't wait until the Gov comes back with more men and more walkers. We'll be overrun. We need to clear out the walkers now. Plan escape routes. Build defences." I stood and drew my knife, testing the edge.

"She's right." Daryl stood by my side. The others nodded.

"You're going to take orders from a little girl?"

Everyone ignored him as we pushed past and into the courtyard. I drew another knife as we geared up for the killing spree. This was a good way of relieving the anger I felt.

Glen, Maggie, Rick, Daryl, Merle, Michonne and I filed past the gate as soon as it was opened.

I was precise with my blows. One mangled face replaced another. I unleashed my fury on the decomposing corpses.

We advanced through the field. They had spread out quite a bit so it was fairly easy to handle. We needed to get the gate back up.

"I'll get the car block the gateway." Maggie shouted above the moans. I continued my warpath, leaving distorted carcasses in my wake. I cleared the way for Maggie and ran down the pathway between the fences.

"Hey! Meat bags! Over here!" I shouted partway down. The walkers on the other side made their way towards me, giving Maggie enough time and space to manoeuvre the car into place.

Congealed blood sprayed in an arc through the air as stabbed through the gaps in the metal. Michonne joined me as the others dragged the broken gates further into the field.

"We need to talk." she spoke above the groans of the dead. I twisted my knife in the walker's eye socket, blood running down my hands.

"No. We don't." I left her.

The rest of the afternoon the guys spent repairing the gates and creating new defences. I felt confident they could keep walkers out. It was the living I worried about. I was further up the field, digging a grave for Axel. He was a good man.

My muscles ached from our trek and from slaying the dead. But I welcomed the hard labour; I was still pent up from aggression at Merle and the Governor.

"Sarah. We need to talk. About the Governor." I rolled my eyes as I continued digging.

"There's nothing to talk about Michonne. I'm busy." she grabbed a shovel and joined me in the hole; completely ignoring the glare I sent her way. "I'm already pissed so go away."

"No. You said you had a debt to pay."

"I do but I'm not exactly in the mood for a powwow right now. As you can tell I'm digging a grave." She tugged the shovel from my hands and glared down at me.

"Did you live there? Woodbury?" we glared eye to eye.

"You were next to me the first time I set foot in that town. And then you ran off. Daryl could have been killed. I'd never forgive you for that." it came out as a growl through gritted teeth. Her expression softened now that she knew I wasn't one of the Governors men.

"Then how do you know him?" I didn't take my eyes off hers as I lifted the hem of my shirt up, revealing the ugly scar.

"An unfortunate situation. He left me with a souvenir." I jumped out the hole and hastily returned to my cell.

So we know what happened to Sarah. Sucks :( I know it happened to Michonne in the graphic novel so I wanted to add more to it because, lets face it, shits going to happen in the apocalypse. And Merle helped her! Waaaaaah?! Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I think Sarah's mood may hang around a little longer. Haven't decided yet :) Please, please, please review :)