Bring me back to life Chapter 10.
Michonne and Glenn went straight to Bob's cell. This was the first time ever they were actually in here. A little room was obviously abandoned.
"He's gone. His gear too", noted Glenn.
Michonne searched the room quickly. She didn't find anything until she grabbed the mattress and turned it over. She boggled.
There were few familiar objects under the mattress. Michonne recognized them immediately. Her own panties. Her old t-shirt. Tuft of her hair. And something else. A little piece of fabric with familiar, syrupy smell. She felt kind of sick just by looking at it.
"What is it? What does this mean?" asked Glenn confused.
"And where is Bob?"
At that same moment Hershel stepped into cell. He had overheard Glenn's last question.
"I saw him leaving very early this morning. He walked out of the gate just before sunrise. He told me he had to go for a run. Why are you looking for him?", the old man wanted to know.
Michonne turned to Hershel and passed the rag to him.
"Tell me, Hershel. What do you smell?"
The old man took the piece of fabric and sniffed. He turned up his nose immediately.
"Chloroform. Be careful, it can cause unconsciousness. Where did you get this?"
"From this cell. But I have one just like it here", said Michonne and took another rag from her pocket.
"Are there some other symptoms?" she asked in a low voice.
"Oh yes. Nausea, headache, disorientation, arrhythmias. That's why it's not used as an anesthetic anymore", Hershel explained.
Both men looked at Michonne confused.
"Please, don't say a word about this to anyone. I have to speak to Daryl", the black woman said and left.
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Bob Stookey was standing in a little cabin in the woods. There was an empty kettle on the table. Long ago he had agreed with the Governor that this little building few miles from the prison would be their way to communicate. The Gov would leave letters in the empty kettle and Bob would do the same. Both of them would check the place weekly at least. He would know about his plans and the Governor would get all the information he needed from the prison.
But then he had disappeared. The kettle was empty week after week. Bob slipped here to check the place whenever he could, but for nothing.
Same today. No messages, nothing. To be honest, he was not sure what to do next. That irritating korean guy had seen him leaving Michonne's cell and was obviously suspicious. He couldn't risk it no more so he took his gear and his flick knife and left. And now he was wondering where to find his boss.
He would definitely go back to prison one day. With the Gov and the rest of his men. They would overrun the place and afterwards Michonne would be his again - but this time openly, he thought and smiled. He decided to head to east, to the last location of the Governor he knew about.
He opened the door and stepped outside. He froze.
Michonne and Daryl were standing on the yard. Obviously waiting for him, not saying a word. They looked like two predators, Bob thought. That fuckin redneck tracked me here, he realized in a second.
Michonne and Daryl were standing back to back, looking at him, motionless.
He had his crossbow.
She had her katana.