The next morning, we all woke up to fresh clothes neatly folded on the dresser. I felt violated at the thought of someone coming in here while we were sleeping. Michonne looked the same way, but Andrea looked like she was going to thank every member of Woodbury. Michonne didn't bother taking any of the clothes, but even I couldn't turn down clean and fresh clothes when they showed up.

I put on the fresh jeans and the clean blue shirt. Andrea had similar clothes, but it was a white blouse instead of a shirt. "When do you think they came in here?" I asked, buttoning the jeans. Andrea shrugged.

"Does it matter?" She asked. "I wonder if they've made breakfast yet."

"Whatever happened to that rule we had on the road?" I asked Michonne, who was searching drawers.

"Never eat anything if you haven't seen where it came from," Michonne said without looking up.

Andrea rolled her eyes. "Which is why we only ate squirrels and rabbits."

"Thank Daryl for teaching me how to catch those," I said. "Oh, and you're welcome, by the way."

"Well, I'm tired of eating squirrels and rabbits," Andrea said. "Think about it, you two. Doesn't a good, home-cooked breakfast sound good to you?"

"If I know where that breakfast came from, yeah, then and only then it sounds good." Michonne said stonily, finally ending her search. "We should leave here as soon as possible."

Andrea stared at her. "Why? This place is amazing!"

"Let's just scope out the place first," I said. "Make sure that this town is as safe as that Governor wants us to believe." Andrea looked like she still wanted to argue but she nodded in agreement anyway. Michonne jerked her head in agreement, and we left the room. Once we were completely outside, we walked around slowly, making sure that everything was as good as it seemed.

We were only outside for a full minute when Merle walked over to us, the blade on his metal stump missing. I stopped walking and narrowed my eyes at him. Andrea glanced at me, probably thinking the same thing I was. Merle went over to us with a smile on his face.

"Well, good morning, sleeping beauties," Merle said. Michonne stiffened. Andrea and I gave each other a glance. Merle jerked his head, gesturing for us to follow him. I hesitated but went after him; Andrea and Michonne following me. He led us into a large room with long tables and my mouth watered at the smell of cooked food. "Get yourselves a plate. Then sit over there; I wanna hear 'bout what happened."

Following Merle's orders, the three of us grabbed plates. After checking the food carefully, I loaded my plate with eggs, sausage, bacon, and a tall glass of orange juice. Michonne and Andrea did the same, though Michonne only put one thing of each on her plate, as if not wanting to take too much for fear of owing these people. We walked over to where Merle had sat down over in the corner of the room. The three of us sat down across from him, and he took in both me and Andrea before speaking.

"Where's the rest of y'all's group?" He asked.

Andrea and I glanced at each other. I looked back at Merle. "Back in Atlanta, a lot of us didn't make it. Jim, Jacqui, Dale, Sophia," I paused. "Amy."

Merle looked at Andrea. "Your sister? I'm sorry; she was a good kid." Andrea nodded without looking at him. Merle glanced back at me, waiting for me to continue.

"There were others," I said. "A lot others. We had to leave Atlanta, we found a farm." I hesitated, the memory hurting me. "Daryl stepped up. He became a valued member of the group."

"He taught Terry how to track and hunt." Andrea said. Merle raised an eyebrow at me. I turned my attention to the food. Andrea continued. "That kept us alive during the winter."

Merle looked over at me, his expression slightly softer. "Well then, you must've been somethin' special to him then if he taught you what he knew."

"They were with each other every day," Andrea said, cutting across me.

Merle snorted. "When was the last time y'all saw him?"

I sighed and looked over at Merle. "I think it's been seven or eight months. We got overrun by a herd on that farm; Andrea and I got separated from the rest."

"I know what that's like, Yankee." Merle said, nodding slightly. He was looking at me different than before. "I'll talk to you ladies later, until then, y'all take it easy. All three of you are exhausted and starving." He walked around the table and as he passed me, he patted my shoulder.

We wandered around outside the neighborhood for quite a while; the guards carrying guns didn't really look at us twice. Michonne scoped out the walls surrounding the town, while Andrea seemed to be absorbing the peaceful feel of Woodbury. I did a sort of both, as much as I didn't like it here, I had to admit that it felt nice to be behind tall walls for the first time. At the farm, we only had seclusion and wire fences; here they had walls made out of truck tires and wood and stone.

That afternoon when we returned to our room, I voiced my opinion about this place. "I say we stay here for a few days, then head back out there. We can gather supplies and get our strength back."

"I agree," Michonne said immediately. We both looked over at Andrea. "What do you say?"

Andrea shook her head. "I agree with you. We get our bearings and leave."

"Three days?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Michonne and Andrea nodded in agreement and that matter was settled. I became determined that we wouldn't stay here for more than three days.