Chapter Twenty Nine
"Shit!" Jack yelled in the early morning.
Willow was gone, and he was pissed. Jack went in search for either Martinez or Andrea; he needed to find Willow.
"Andrea," he called out when she exited a building.
"Yeah?"
"Willow's gone."
"Martinez and I will help you; give me a couple of minutes and we'll head out."
At the prison, Willow had slept in the main sitting area. By the time breakfast was at one of the tables.
"Where you goin' liddol bridder?" Merle asked loudly.
"It's morning; I'm goin' to fin' Willow."
Thankfully, when Daryl stepped into the area, he noticed the blond eating some breakfast. He dropped his crossbow and stalked toward her.
"How'd you get here?" he asked as she stood.
"Andrea."
"Jack's in Woodbury?"
"Not much longer," Rick answered. "Andrea plans on killing him."
Daryl nodded. He held onto Willow while looking at the injuries on her face.
"Nothing permanent," Willow smiled.
Daryl returned the smile and gently kissed her lips and cheeks. "I'm close to locking you in a cell to keep you with me."
"That's impossible during the zombie apocalypse, and you know it. But now, I will stay here for a long time."
Andrea, Martinez, and Jack walked through the woods, trying to find Willow.
"I don't see any tracks," Jack stated.
"She has to be around here," Andrea said.
But before anyone knew, Jack spun around and shot her in the stomach, and Martinez killed him with a head shot.
"Do it," Andrea garbled.
"I'm sorry."
"Keep everyone safe."
The shot echoed between the trees.
Martinez made his way back to the town. He met Milton and told him what had happened.
"Okay. I want to go to the prison and tell them what happened. Then we'll see what we can do."
