I got out of the van, my shotgun loaded and ready to fire. Rick got out of the passenger seat as Daryl pulled up on his motorcycle. Hershel turned off the van as Rick, Daryl, and I waited patiently for him to get himself out of the car. I kept my eyes peeled on the towering silos around us.

Once we were all together, Rick took the lead and carefully walked inside the building where the meeting was about to take place. He shut the door behind him.

"I suppose we go find the Governor's men now," Hershel said, leaning heavily on his crutches.

"Not necessary," Andrea's voice came from behind us. I turned around to see her approaching us with Milton and Martinez close behind her. Martinez had his gun ready to fire, causing Daryl to tense up considerably. I glanced at him but didn't bother to try and calm him down. I narrowed my eyes at the three of them as Hershel limped over to the concrete steps to sit down.

"Governor's already in there?" Daryl asked no one in particular.

"Yes," Milton said, staring at Hershel's missing leg. He started to walk over to him, but I instinctively took a side step and blocked his path. Milton stopped short and looked at me with slight alarm.

Andrea narrowed her eyes at me. "Is that necessary, Terry?" She asked.

"It's alright, Andrea," Milton said quickly, glancing at me with what looked like approval. "I don't blame her for protecting a member of her group." Andrea blinked at his words and wandered towards the silos. I wondered if Milton meant for what he said to be a slap for Andrea; probably not. Still, a small prickle of guilt nudged my gut.

Minutes ticked by; Martinez went off to go patrol the area, to make sure there weren't any Walkers nearby. The second he said this, Daryl shot me a look and went after him. I took a few steps away from the door and kept my gun ready, in case Daryl needed me to help. While my back was turned, Milton sat down with Hershel to talk to him about his amputation.

After a while, Andrea returned. I met her eyes briefly before breaking eye contact. For a split second, I felt sad about where our relationship was. During our winter with Michonne, I had gotten to know Andrea so much better than how I had known her with the group. She was smarter and braver than I gave her credit for, and sadly it had taken a harsh winter together for me to figure that out. I had learned to trust her with my life, and now I didn't like being in her company.

"Hey," Andrea said softly, walking up to me. I looked at her. "Can we talk?" I hesitated before nodding. Andrea started walking back into the silos again, this time wanting me to follow. We walked until we were at the edge of the silos, facing the abandoned field. I wondered briefly what kind of crops used to grow here. The field was brown, filled with dead plant life. Winter was coming, and here we were standing on the edge of a war.

"How'd we end up here?" I asked Andrea. She glanced at me, looking as downtrodden as my mood.

"We chose different sides," She replied. As if the answer was just that simple. Andrea sighed. "I want to ask you about how you guys plan on surviving this?"

I looked at her. Andrea exhaled sharply. "You know what I mean, Terry. We both know that the Governor's men have more numbers and more firepower. If he really wanted to, he could have you crushed, starved out, whatever he wanted done to you, he could get it done."

"Then why are you still with him?" I asked.

She didn't answer for a long time. We stood there in silence and watched the tree line. Finally, there was a loud creaking noise, indicating that Rick's meeting with the Governor was over. Andrea and I looked at each other one last time before returning to where our leaders were separating. Andrea went back to standing with the Governor, Martinez, and Milton as if it was nothing. She gave me one last look before turning her back on me and walking away with her new group.

Daryl didn't bother beating around the bush with Rick. "So what'd y'all come up with?"

Rick shook his head. "I'll tell everyone back at the prison." With that said, he turned around to heading to the minivan. I glanced at Hershel and Daryl before following him. For the entire ride to the prison, I wondered what it possibly was that the Governor said to Rick. Whatever it was, he seemed to be thinking about it nonstop for the entire trip back home.

After we arrived back at the prison, it took several minutes to get the entire group standing in the cell block. Glenn had organized everyone in patrols and shifts of keeping watch in the guard tower. I found myself impressed with his seemingly newfound leadership skills. I was even more surprised when Glenn left the barred doors separating the cell block from Merle's cell wide open. Merle walked right into the cell block as if he always had access to it. I blinked and went over to stand beside Daryl.

Rick cleared his throat, signaling his need for silence. Almost immediately, everyone shut up. Michonne stood at the back of the group, staring at Rick with a guarded expression. Rick glanced over at her before beginning to speak.

"This Governor doesn't have any intention of making peace. We're going to war." Rick said. There was a shudder that went through the whole group. "He wants us dead for what we did to Woodbury."

Although I had been expecting those words, they still hit me like a wrecking ball to hear them being uttered by Rick Grimes.