Chapter 10
No ones POV
The cafeteria was packed with people eating their food, talking to each other, or simply having a few laughs every now and then.
Its hard to believe that almost seven months ago that this thriving settlement was once an abandoned prison infested by the dead. It's been a hard road trying to carve a home here, with dead infestations, Rick's wife, Lori, dying giving birth to Judith, and a war with Philip Blake, the Governor of Woodbury who was obsessed in wiping Ricks group after they humiliated him and to avenge the "death" of his undead daughter. After Blake disappeared, Rick took in the remaining residents of Woodbury hoping to start a real home and a real community. There was some animosity between the two groups because of them recently at war with each other, but they overcame their hostilities and made a drastic transformation of this place. There was electricity, running water, a farm with crops and livestock, and a change of leadership from one man being in charge to a council that makes the decisions.
All and all everything is going very well for the prison and it's residents so far these past six months.
Maggies POV
It was a a great day so far. I slept in late today with Glenn since we didn't really had no tasks or chores today and some... Well you know what I'm talking about. Now here I am eating some of the best chicken soup Carol ever made along with some garlic bread. She's an amazing chef that can turn simple can food into something sooooo good! I don't know how she does it, and she won't even tell me her secret.
Daryl was helping her out in the kitchen with cleaning the dishes, which he wasn't really to thrill about.
"Why the hell can I do the cooking for once?" Daryl grumbled with a small smile.
"Cause you're a guy." I joked around. "Girls cook, boys hunt. That's how mankind works."
"She has a good point you know." Carol joined in playing along with him.
Daryl smirked at that. "Yeah well screw that."
"Hey! Men said that, not women." I told him.
"What? A history lesson?" He asked.
"It's a fact, my friend." Carol told him stirring up some chicken.
"Y'all are crazy..." Daryl mumbled.
I gave him a goofy smile. "Hey come on now! We're just messing."
"Still I'm not letting you cook anything for a LONG time." Carol said. "Ever since that incident with th-"
"It was an accident!"
"If you're gonna cook, I have to be here." Carol said laying down the law on him.
Daryl smirked. "Fine..." He replied surrendering.
I giggled at them both as took a bite out of my garlic bread before speaking again. "So Daryl? About that boy you and Tyreese found yesterday."
"Casey? What about 'im" He asked.
"What do you think about him?" I wondered. "You think he was really on his own all this time?
"Well thats what it looked like." Daryl answered.
"Whats bothering you, Maggie?" Carol asked.
"Nothing." I responded. "It's just... hard to think that someone can survive on their own for SIX months!"
"Hey we were on the road for awhile too ya know." Daryl reminded me. "8 months. 2 months longer than him."
"Yeah but we had each other." I countered. "It was just him."
"Well need I remind ya, Last Samurai is out there on her own right now." He said mentioning Michonne.
Even though it was six months, Michonne is still on the hunt for the Governor. She became determined to find him and kill him so that way we can finally not worry about that madman anymore. I really hope that asshole has been killed in the most brutal way possible either by walkers or people. After what he did to me and Glenn... Never mind the past is the past and by apocalypse standards life is good.
"Yeah with that sword, she can take on a herd." Carol boasted.
"Wouldn't wanna piss 'er off." Daryl said.
I gave him a goofy grin.
"What?" He asked.
"You're scared of Michonne." I giggled. I like the thought that badass Daryl Dixon being scared of a woman. Its really funny.
"I ain't-" Before Daryl could finish what he was going to say, he just looked down and mumbled something. I couldn't hear what he said though.
"What was that, Mr. Dixon?" Carol deadpanned.
"Nothin' Jesus!" Daryl exclaimed.
Both me and Carol snickered at him. It was fun to push his buttons every now and then.
Daryl sighed but still smiled nonetheless.
"Hey Maggie!"
I turned around to see my younger sister Beth and a boy who I think was Casey walking towards we're at. I smiled and waved at them.
"Hey Beth!" I smiled at her. We both gave each other a hug and after that I turned my attention to Casey. I sat at the same table with him last night, and he seemed like a nice kid. He was obviously quiet and reserved at first, but when Carl asked him about his favorite football team he relaxed and we all had a good talk. Although I have to admit, I'm not much of an Eagles fan, but then again I stopped watching football in high school so frankly I don't care that much anymore.
"Hi, Casey." I greeted.
"Hey Maggie." He replied back. Casey then looked at Daryl and nodded. "Hey, Rambo."
I gave a funny look.
Rambo? Really Casey?
"Rambo?" Beth asked.
"Yeah. Both badasses, and both are tough." Casey explained.
"Hmph. I like it!" Daryl said proudly. "Makes me wish I was related to him."
I gave both boys a goofy smile then turned to Beth. "So whats up?"
"We just came up here to get something to eat." Beth said.
"Didn't I gave you both something to eat earlier today?" Carol asked.
"Yeah, but Casey made me hungry again." She explained.
"How could talking about your horse make you hungry?" Casey questioned.
"Because his name was Brownie, and when you said he reminded you of brownies I wanted to have something to eat." She answered with a silly smile on her face. I snickered at that part.
"Alright touche." He said.
"Well sit down and I'll make you something to eat."
"Thank you, Carol"
"Thanks."
Both of them took their seats and a few seconds later Carol gave them her famous chicken soup with Garlic bread and dug in enjoying the food they were given.
"Mmmm... tastes amazing." Casey moaned enjoying the food dearly.
"Well good luck trying to get the secret recipe out of her. She won't show us how she makes it." Daryl pointed out.
"Oh please." Carol started. "Even if I did tell you how it's made you still wouldn't get it right."
"Oh yeah!" Beth exclaimed giggling pointing at Daryl. "He added to much alcohol to the pan and it-"
"Lalalalala!" Daryl sang interrupting her. We all laughed at the thought anyways.
"Lesson number one: Never let Daryl Dixon cook." Beth said still giggling a little bit "EVER!
Michonnes POV
It was few days on the road, and I am now on my way back to the Prison and call it a day for a bit. My black horse/traveling companion, Midnight trotted at a quick and steady pace on the paved road.
Even though it was a few months later, I just had this feeling that the Governor was still out there, either with another group or on his own. Either way I felt like I need to find him and kill him before he tries to come back and threaten us again. We have a great deal going for us and if he takes that away from us, I will make his life a living hell. But after a few days of not finding him, I felt like I needed to head back home. I did however manage to pick up some chocolate bars and gummy worms for Carl. That kid will eat anything sweet.
Carl has gotten more relaxed as time passed, hanging out with people more often and has gotten much less cold, but he still knows of the threats that are out here. I can't blame him for having a mindset like that, but he needs to take a break from guns, runs, and fights. Carl and I have grown a lot closer these past few months and became good friends.
Maybe its all those sweets I bring him.
Midnight and I made our way to the outskirts of an abandoned town that was about twenty minutes away from home. We did a lot of runs and scavenging here especially down by the local Wal-Mart, which has a load of useful stuff.
As we entered town, I heard some muffled gunshots going off along with a lot of Walkers groaning. It sounded like it was coming from the Wal-Mart. That must either be one of our scavenger groups or just some unknown survivors, either way I wasn't just gonna ignore this.
"Woah! Easy, girl!" I soothed Midnight when she was getting a little excited. When she calmed down I rewarded her with a gentle pat saying "Good girl."
I got off Midnight and hitched her up to a nearby car. "Be back in a bit." I told her as I dashed to the Wal-Mart.
A couple more gunshots went off and the growling was getting louder. I looked to see that the entrance was filled with at least seven of them, which means the rest must be inside. Unaware of my presence, I sheathed my favorite Katana and moved quietly from behind taking out the first two undetected, the rest saw me and shuffled there way towards me with hunger in their eyes.
I easily took care of the remaining five, and made my way inside the store where the gunshots sounded much louder now. It sounded like it was coming from the Pharmacy area. I made my way to the Pharmacy to see a lot of dead Walkers but a few nonetheless, and a girl that was behind the counter trying to hold them off, but the remaining few were getting closer and it looked like she was out of ammo.
I rushed forward slashing up the rest, which made her had an astonished look on her face.
She didn't look like she wasn't going to say anything, so I went ahead and asked her, "You okay?"
She was frozen for a few minutes then nodded. "Nice katana."
I smirked. "Thats probably the first time someone called it a katana."
"Well it is." She said.
The girl looked really tired and wearing worn out looking clothes. She looked like she was on the road for quiet a while. "Well thanks for the rescue. Gun was jammed and I did not have a knife on me at the moment."
"Wasn't just gonna leave you there." I said. "Wanna come with me?"
She looked at me then shrugged. "Sure why not. Could use a partner anyways."
I smiled then we exited the store making our way to Midnight who was still there waiting patiently. We both got on her and made our way outta town and on the way back home, and I think we have a new member of the group.
"This is a nice horse." She told me.
I smiled. "No argument here." I was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a more serious tone. "How many walkers have you killed?"
She shrugged. "I wasn't keeping count, so I'm gonna go ahead and say a lot."
Yeah I can't blame you.
"How many people you killed?" Was my next question.
"None. May have maimed a couple of guys, but didn't kill anyone." She answered.
"What happened?"
"I was out looking for supplies and I got jumped by some assholes. Unfortunately for them, they weren't black belts in Tai Kwon Do." The girl explained.
I grinned. "Black belt huh? Not bad."
"So what's our next stop?" She asked.
"We gotta a small settlement about 15 minutes away from here. Maybe you'd like to join us?"
"You have a settlement?" She sounded amazed.
I nodded. "Some food, power, some good shelter, and kids there your age."
"That's impossible..."
"Well then I'll have to show it to you then." I said.
"Okay I'll tag along." She answered.
"One more thing. What's you name?" I asked her.
There was a brief pause. "Yuki." She responded.
I grinned. "Thats a nice name."
She let out a small laugh. "It's Japanese."
"I noticed." I gave her a friendly smile. "Names Michonne. Nice to meet you Yuki."
"You too, Michonne." Yuki replied.
Looks like a reunion is on the way.
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