We made out way into a darkened building near the fence line we infiltrated. Michonne led us through a grate that had been removed before and I raised my eyebrow, this is how she got out. I ducked, following after her, helping Daryl. It was a storeroom of some kind and I looked around in awe at all the dried goods, cereal, canned fruit and veggies, bread.
"This is where you were held?" Rick asked her.
"I was questioned." Michonne corrected him. Rick walked past her quickly and I crossed to window, peeking through. I saw street full of people, civilians, and I frowned. This just made the job a whole lot harder. Daryl walked up beside me, taking a peek himself.
"I thought you said there was a curfew?" He asked her, a groan present in his voice.
"The street is packed during the day. Those are stragglers." I sighed, turning away from the window. If those were stragglers, that meant there were a lot more people here than we expected. Normal people, not crazed psychopaths.
"If anyone comes in here, we're sitting ducks. We gotta move." Rick stated bluntly.
"They could be in his apartment?" Michonne offered. I turned looking at her, as did the others.
"Yeah? What if they aint?" Daryl retorted as he began to pace nervously.
"Then we'll look some where else." Michonne's tone was cold, sending shivers down my spine. I didn't like being here, I felt open and vulnerable, not how I liked to feel.
"You said you could help us." Rick's tone was accusing and I widened my eyes.
"I'm doing what I can." She snapped. I stepped forward, standing next to Michonne firmly.
"Hey, she got us here, didn't she? She said she told us what she knew and I believe her." I said firmly, earning a look from all three of the men. Michonne glanced at me, thankful, before growing cold again. Rick pulled us off to the side, and we huddled together closely.
"If this goes south, we're cutting her loose." He said, giving me a pointed look.
"You think she's leading us into a trap?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He shrugged and I shook my head, again looking at Michonne. She moved to the window, looking outside, every now and then turning to eye us suspiciously. I pleaded for Daryl to help and he stepped in like he usually did.
"Right now I'd say it's the blind leading the blind." He sighed, looking at Rick. "Lets split up." I didn't like that idea either, but I figured it was the only way.
There was a knock on the door and we all froze. My eyes went wide as I stared at it, hearing keys jingle on the other side. We scurried, quickly taking cover where we could. I ducked under a table, just as the door opened.
"I know you're in here. I saw you moving from outside." A man stated matter of factly, shutting the door behind him. I cursed under my breath, glancing across the room to where the others hid. "You know you're not supposed to be in here." We remained silent, the man thought we were someone else, so not all hope was lost. "Who's in here?" He asked, growing frustrated at our lack of response.
I watched in horror as he grew closer and closer to the curtain that hid the rest of my party. In a flash of movement Rick had the man up against the wall.
"Shut up, get on your knees." Rick commanded him. I stood awkwardly, nearly hitting my head on the table as I climbed out from under it. "Hands behind your back." The man did as he was told and Daryl zipped tied his hands closed. "Where are our people?" Rick asked. The man looked up at me as I approached, fear evident in his eyes.
"I don't know!" he said, exasperated, shaking his head. Rick slapped his hand over his mouth and I cringed, it sounded like it hurt.
"You are holding some of our people. Now where the hell are they?" The sheriff growled, shoving his gun in the mans face. The man shook from fear, pleading to me with his eyes.
"I don't know!" He cried again. Rick seemed to accept his answer, even if he didn't believe it. He grabbed a rag from his pocket.
"Open your mouth." The man did as Rick told him, and the sheriff jammed the cloth into his open mouth. Once satisfied he looked up at Daryl, who immediately knocked him on his head with his crossbow. As much as I felt for the man who now lay unconscious, we couldn't very well leave him awake.
Suddenly there was gunfire and we stopped where we were. My whole body froze, my adrenaline pumping, and I looked at the others. Did they know we were here? I looked at the man on the floor. Did he tell others about what he saw?
Rick reached for the door, looking at all of us, before slowly opening it. I pulled out my pistol, making sure it was loaded and the safety was off, before I followed them out into the street. People were running around in a panic, not even noticing our presence
Slowly we made it where the shots resonated from, something we concluded due to everyone running away from it. Rick swung open the door and we came to a bland hallway, barely lit with overhead lights. We moved in slowly, and I could hear a voice coming from the other side of the wall we crouched behind. Daryl narrowed his eyes, standing to look through the foggy window we hid under.
"On your feet! Move!" A voice demanded from the other side of the wall. There was movement, at least three people walking towards the door.
"Shit." Daryl hissed, reaching into one of the duffle bags. I followed his lead, coming out with a smoke grenade, as did Rick and Oscar. We nodded at each other, tossing them and running for cover so we didn't get blinded as well. I closed my eyes, the explosions ringing out loudly.
Rick moved forward and the rest of us following behind quickly. The smoke was thick and I was afraid to run into it, but while the men were coughing their lungs up, I found Glenn and Maggie, leading them both away quickly. Random shots rang out, they were blindly firing into the smoke, but we managed to escape unscathed.
The streets were clearing, but the people that were left were shouting orders. I knew they were looking for us, and so did Rick. We had to get off the street.
"Quick, in here!" Rick shouted, gesturing to a building on our right. Glenn and Maggie rushed in first, but Michonne stayed behind. I raised my eyebrow at her, turning back to Rick. He watched her turn and walk away, nodding my head for me to follow. I sighed, watching after her. There was no time to talk to Daryl, I knew I'd hear about it later, but I shut the door behind me anyways, running off after her.
"Go with your friends." She said matter of factly. I shook my head, drawing my pistol.
"I am." Michonne furrowed her eyebrow at me, but she didn't say anything. "As far as I'm concerned, we're friends." I clarified. Michonne scoffed, placing a hand on her sword. We crouched silently behind a row of bushes, watching a group of me run past us.
"Friend is a strong word."
"Then you must understand how hard it is for me to say that." Michonne watched me quietly and gestured me to follow her.
She led us quickly up to a building that, from the looks of it, it was apartments. I turned to here pointedly but she said nothing.
"What are we doing here?" I asked her quietly, ducking around a corner. She scowled at me, paying me no mind. I grabbed her shoulder, preventing her from walking off again. "Who lives up there?"
"The Governor." She smirked. I shook my head in disbelief.
"We aren't here to assassinate somebody!" I hissed, looking around. We were out in the open and we were being hunted.
"I didn't ask you to come with me!" She replied just as angrily. I shut up, watching her quietly. Taking a deep breath I stood, looking up at the building. Michonne walked off quietly and I watched her go, debating for a minute about returning to Daryl and Rick, but begrudgingly following after her.
The apartment was dark when we entered, dark and quiet. Michonne seemed disappointed, but we walked through the door anyways. I looked around, suddenly missing my old dorm room, it reminded of how life used to be, and I felt a tinge of jealously at how easy Woodbury seemed to have it.
While I was admiring his apartment, Michonne had crossed to the dining room table, pulling out a chair, directly in front of the door, and sitting in it. I watched her wide eyed, scoffing.
"Really?" I asked quietly, leaning against the kitchen counter. Despite how aggravated I was with this idea, I couldn't help but chuckle. This woman was a badass, a bad ass with an apparent score to settle.
"I want him to see me, I want him to know he's dead before I slit his throat." Her words made my blood run cold and I quieted, my smile wiped from my face. "He's a monster and he needs to be slain." There was a ton of gunfire outside and my gaze shifted to the window. I crossed the room quickly, peering through the blinds. The street was covered in smoke and I prayed that Daryl was safe. "You can always go help them." She said without looking at me.
"Nah, I believe in them." I said finally. Rick had sent me to keep an eye on her, and looked at her again. "It's you I'm worried about, Ms. V for Vendetta." Michonne chuckled, but a loud thud dampened whatever light mood we created. My head snapped up, looking at the closed door across the room. I glanced at Michonne questioningly. The thudding grew louder, more urgent. Slowly she stood and I walked over to the door.
Without warning I kicked the door open, raising my pistol in front of me. The room was empty, but as I walked in I stared in horror at the left wall. It was covered, floor to ceiling, with what appeared to be fish tanks full of heads. I gagged as I looked at their bloated faces, most of them frozen in snarls, some of them petrified, but all of them dead.
There was another thud, coming from another smaller door. It rattled against the force of whatever was on the other side. I forced myself to look away from the head tanks, my gaze fixating on the door. It thudded again, but this time Michonne took the lead, opening it and stepping away.
"Oh my god." Michonne breathed. From inside the dark a small figure stepped out. Her head was covered by a burlap sack, her arms tied around her in a straight jacket. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. I stared, wide eyed, as she approached slowly. "It's okay." Michonne cooed her, reaching out for her. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Michonne is she hurt?" I asked, taking a step forward.
"I don't think so." Michonne checked the girl over, not finding anything. She turned to me, shaking her head. "I'm not sure."
"I'll need to check her." I said quietly, dropping to the floor next to the samurai warrior. As I inched closer to the girl a feeling of dread suddenly came over me. The image of Sophia flashed through my mind, but I shook them off. "I need to take the bag off, okay sweetie?" I told the girl quietly, reaching my hand up to the top of her head.
I grabbed the top of the bag, slowly removing it, so as not to startle her. While I was removing the bag, Michonne reached behind her, undoing the chain that was around her neck. I stood, taking the bag off as I did.
"Oh GOD!" I gasped, startled. The girl was not alive, she was a walker, and she snarled at Michonne and I menacingly. She snapped her jowls at us and Michonne shoved her back, turning the girl around as she drew he sword.
"NO!" A man shouted from behind us. I froze, turning to look at him, the girl still struggling in Michonne's grip. I had forgotten where we were and I cursed myself as I stared at the man. I grabbed at the gun in my holster, drawing it quickly, pointing it at him. The governor watched us carefully, not sure who was more of a threat. "Don't hurt her."
Michonne turned, putting the walker between herself and The Governor, while I stood, my gun trained on his chest. The Governor put his hands up in surrender, holstering his weapon as he did. I watched him carefully, glancing back at Michonne. She stood unwavering, staring him down bitterly.
"It's me you want." He stated, undoing his belt and placing it on the counter top beside him. I watched him, utterly confused, but still I did not drop my weapon. "There's no need for her to suffer." I looked back at Michonne, but she was too shocked to speak.
"She doesn't have needs." She replied quietly. The Governor began to walk towards us and I raised my weapon higher at him, stopping him in his tracks.
"Easy." I said coolly. "Back up." It was not a request. The Governor didn't step back words, but he didn't move forward either.
"Please, don't hurt my little girl." He begged us, again stepping forward. I frowned at him, suddenly feeling bad for the man. He seemed so helpless in that moment. "Please don't." I glanced at Michonne, her faced steeled, and in one smooth motion she shoved her katana through the walkers brain. My eyes widened in shock, I couldn't believe how heartless that action had seemed, even if the girl was a walker, she was at one time The Governor's daughter.
"NO!" The Governor wailed, lunging at Michonne. I grabbed him, but he tossed me to the side easily, his fist connecting with my cheekbone. I was dazed, confused, and I watched helplessly as the room spun around me.
The Governor had tackled Michonne, knocking over his chair. I struggled to get to me feet, pulling up against the wall. The governors hands found their way around Michonne's throat and I knew I had to strike. I dove at him recklessly, knocking him to the side.
Michonne stood, helping me to my feet, kicking The Governor in his side. The struggled continued, The Governor somehow making it to his feet. He grabbed Michonne by the dreads, flinging her into the fish tank of heads. She sank to the floor, unconscious, and he turned his rage on me.
He threw punch after punch, as I ducked and weaved through them. I was growing tired and still sort of dazed from his first strike, something that caught up with me eventually, and he hit me with an uppercut, throwing me into the wall.
I groaned in pain, slumping to the floor. He began to drag me over to the heads that now lay scattered in the floor, one of their jaws still snapping hungrily. I watched in horror as he put me in a chokehold, my face growing ever closer to the walkers teeth.
I found new strength and I threw my elbow back violently. It connected with his cheekbone in a sickening crunch and he fell backwards. I tried to crawl away, but he grabbed at me again, his arms finding their way around my neck once more. Michonne jumped on top of him, trying to wrestle him off of me, but to no avail. I grabbed at the nearest broken fish tank, ripping off one of the pieces.
I felt the glass cut into my hands, but the pain of that compared to death was something I was willing to trade. I glanced back, seeing Michonne grabbing his hair to steady him, and I threw my hand back.
The Governor wailed in pain, releasing me. I rolled on the floor for a few seconds, gathering my bearings as The Governor screamed. I glanced at him and he clutched for his eye, which was bleeding profusely. Michonne stood over me, helping to pull me to my feet. Once I was steady she released me, drawing her Katana to finish him off.
"NO!" There was a loud shriek and I winced, covering my ears. From the couple of punches I ate, and the chokehold, my head was pounding. Michonne stopped, turning quickly, pointing her blade at the new comer. My eyes began to focus and my coughing died down. I stared with squinted eyes at the woman, my face growing pale.
"Andrea?" I groaned. She looked up at me, seeing me for the first time huddled in the corner. Her mouth dropped, but her gun did not.
"Beau?" She asked. Michonne looked at us, her sword wavering slightly. Andrea's eyes dropped to The Governor who still moaned on the floor beside us. "What have you done?" Andrea asked. There was a chill in her voice and I stared at her wide-eyed.
The two women began to circle each other and Michonne grabbed my hand, pulling me with her. I stumbled slightly, not taking my eyes off of the woman I had once called my friend. She watched me evilly, her eyes full of hatred.
"Get the fuck out of here." Andrea said quietly, dropping to The Governors side. Michonne hesitated and I watched her confused, wondering why she was so adamant to stay. It was a question to for another time however, and slowly we retreated from the apartment.
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