My stomach crawled with anticipation. I was cloaked in sweat and dirt, my heart ready to explode inside my ribcage. I was ready for this. I was ready.
"Calm down this'll be easy," Rick assures in a hoarse whisper.
"Yeah… easy," I retort, trying to wrap my mind around how to sneak away from Rick. We wait in a darkness of the tombs, waiting, listening, praying this works. Daryl is in another hallway somewhere, waiting and listening. The gas canister in my hand rattles obnoxiously and again Rick has to shush me.
My body goes numb as the sound of the rusty hinges creaking open echoes through the tombs. Footsteps edge closer, knifes scrap against the wall. The air becomes stiff, the room cold.
"I'm scared," I admit for the first time. My body shakes and trembles all the way down to my toes. Everything is happening so fast… too fast. Suddenly large arms scoop me closer to his warm chest and hold me there for a moment. I close my eyes, feeling completely and utterly safe for the first time in a long time. When he lets me go, nothing needs to be said… he already said it.
Don't do this… please. There is was again. His voice in my head. I assure him I have to silently and when I see the first foot I rip the tag off the canister and roll it free. Bang! Screams echo out and smoke fills the room. "Run," Rick orders after the second bang, yanking on my arm and disappearing down the hallway.
"I'm sorry," I whisper to him then dive into the fog. A hand latches on to my wrist and pulls my closer. There I am, face to face with the man who walker through my nightmares. The red emergency light lit half his strong built face. "The eye patch really ties the whole evil look together," I snicker, my lips trembling.
His so called army, scurries away in terror. "If it isn't my beautiful soldier, comin' to finally do the dirty work," his southern drawl slithers. He reaches back for his gun gingerly, as if letting me watch as he slowly kills me. I shove my weight into him like a train, sucker punching the first thing my fist touched. Which happened to crunch.
He gasped for air, his hands holding in between his legs. I smile with my nice work, then his fist makes my jaw crackle. Pain engulfs my face and the air is knocked from my chest. I spit, blood dripping from my mouth. "Ready to tango bitch," I say, holding up my fists.
The Governor smiled, standing with his legs crocked. "I remember it well, the delicious taste of human life in the air, like your boy… whatja call 'em, faggot name like Tobias?" I stiffen, my jaw the least of my problems. "You'll be next sweetheart." His hand comes swinging and clocks my jaw again.
I scream, diving at him as the fog sinks to our feet. My hands dig into his skin. He lets out a satisfying wail, blood popping up as skin builds on the sides. "Scream bastard scream!" We fall to the ground, my legs wrapped around his torso, squeezing as hard as I can. His cold hands clasp my neck, closing off my throat. I panic, continuing to dig into his skin.
The knife Siren! The knife! Thanks Tobias, I love you man. I reach in the back pocket of my jeans as he chokes me. I gag, trembling as I latch on to a six inch switch blade. "You will die girl," his grip tightens. I feel the blood leave my head, darkness creeping up in my eyes. I drop the switch blade, my hands leave his chest and try and pry his hands from my neck.
The Governor's hands leave my neck, I close my eyes and for once am glad I'm not dead. But then I remember….
"Ahhhhhhh," a metal blade digs into my cheek. I roll off in and scoot to the wall, trying to hold together my bloody face. The Governor shuffles to his feet, huffing with an the same evil expression he had when I knocked down the picture frame months ago. Tear run down with blood and as he approaches closer, my heart rate thuds against my chest.
So I close my eyes. Looking for his voice in my head. Tobias? Tobias you there? I'll be there soon okay…. "Please God… forgive me."
BANG!
"Siren get up! Siren," fog covered the room again, The Governor now where in site. My ears ring uncontrollably. "Siren damn it get up!"
I blink, trying to see through the thick haze and walls of tears. "Tobias?"
"No. Tobias is dead sweetie, its Rick you need to get up now!" His voice is hurried and panicked. "Come on we gotta go."
My arm is tugged on. "Oh Rick I'm sorry."
"We can talk about it later, let's go!" I'm on my feet and blood rushes to my head violently. Tears, blood, and sweat drip down my chin. I find myself looking for The Governor, maybe he disappeared in the fog or something….
"Where's The Governor Rick?"
The sun greets me outside, followed by the familiar faces. But no army. No Governor. "God Siren what the hell did you get into!?" Michonne gets to me first and I realize I'm holding Rick's hand tightly. Rick slips out of the finger lock and goes towards Carl. "This hurt…?"
"Yeah Christ that hurts! Stop it," I bat her away with my hands, my face stinging but her soft hands keep touching my face.
"You try and stop him did you?" I nod, tears still coming down. "We're following them… you still coming?"
I hiccup in tears, "if Rick will let me go." She nods, taking me to Hershel.
….
I don't stop crying the entire time Hershel stitches me up, my jaw starting to grow purplish bruises. "We aren't going to Woodbury," Glenn says holding Maggie's hand. I lean against the Honda, wiping my face of salty tears. "We are going to stay here and protect the prison."
Rick nods, ordering the okay, "thank you." He turns around facing me and my body stiffens again. "You aren't going." I nod, really in no shape to argue. I'll just stay and help Carol unpack, hoping that they come home safe.
…..
The sun was beginning to turn the sky orange. I sit crouched on the ground, flicking pebbles into the cracks. When I finally do look I see them. A bus coming in, the Honda leading the way. My heart races and I jump to my feet. "There here! There here!"
Everyone crowds outside, waiting, watching. The bus stops and off comes a man with round glasses and light blonde hair, I quickly remember him from the warehouse. Following him are old women, old men, children! My stomach churns with excitement.
"What is this," I hear Carl snap at Rick.
"There here to stay," Rick tells him. Carl turn, stomping off. There I am, watching the sunset with my family… and I know… I'm finally home.
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The End? You guys want me to continue or is this a good place to end it? I could even just start writing a sequel, but I really want to know if you want to continue.
Its up to you. Thanks for following me in all these…. 29 chapters….
Love ya.
