Rick and Michonne brought me up to speed on where they were headed. We were following some railroad tracks towards a place called Termins. Supposedly they were taking in survivors. I was internalizing everything when something blatant hit me over the head.

"Rick, where's the baby?" He immediately looked away. I put my hand to my mouth to suppress a sob. No...Judith.

"We went back for her…" Carl started, "The basenet...covered in blood." I pulled Carl to me, his eyes full of tears., my own falling down my face.

"I'm so sorry…" Carl pulled back, whipping his tears.

Rick and Michonne led while Daryl and I walked behind, Carl between us. I would catch Daryl staring at me, like if he looked away I might vanish.

"Daryl, I'm not going anywhere." I touched his shoulder. He nodded and kept walking.

There was a fallen Terminus sign on the ground. Rick walked up to his brushing the leaves off with his foot.

"We're getting close." Daryl said, pulling up next to them, "Be there before sundown."

"Now we head through the woods." Rick instructed, "We don't know who they are."

"Alright." Daryl said walking down the slope off the tracks and into the forest.

It took us about two hours to come across the chain link fence that made up the border to Terminus. We came over to a part of the fence densely covered in shrubbery and looked through.

It was an old train depot, the windows on the top floor spelling out "Terminus". There was zero movement, no signs of the inhabitants.

"We all spread out," Rick told us, "watch for a while, see what we see, and get ready. We all stay close."

Daryl had me come with him, still not wanting me far from him. No that I blamed him, he spent almost a week thinking I was dead.

"You see anything down there?" Daryl asked quietly, after we had been sitting at our post for several minutes.

"Mmm no but I can hear movement inside. There are definitely people here. I can also smell something cooking. I'm not sure what but the smell seems really familiar." My stomach rumbled.

"Pfft!" Daryl was amused at the sound my empty tummy made. I just stuck my tongue out at him. He leaned forward to kiss me in retribution. I pushed his face back, giggling softly.

"We're supposed to be watching."

"I am." he said, glancing down there again, then turned back and kissed me again.

"Dixon." I grumbled, but I had a smile on my face.

"McLaughlin." he returned, mimicking my tone. I just huffed at him and looked back down at Terminus.

We returned to Rick a while later, who was burying a duffle bag with all the extra guns and various weapons. He looked back at us when he heard us approach.

"Just in case." We both nodded in agreement. Safe bet, just in case we were walking into some sort of trap. Michonne and Carl returned as Rick finished burying the bag. I climbed the tree we were under, and stowed my bag in the eaves. We followed him then, over the fence and into Terminus. Daryl had me put my bandana over my face just for now. We had our weapons at the ready, one arrow already knocked in place. There was a back door open, and we slipped in. The halls were clear, a voice echoing throughout.

"Terminus, those who arrive, survive. Follow the tracks to the point where all lines intersect." Daryl led, poking his head around the corner, I peered past him. There was a woman sitting at a desk speaking into a receiver. I was suddenly reminded of the voice we heard on the radio on the way to the vet school, "There are maps at the crossings to help guide you with your journey. Sanctuary for all. Community for all." The message began to repeat as we entered the room. There were others in here, bent over desks, looking at charts.

"Hello." Rick announced walking over to the woman at the desk. She looked up at us, a look of surprise on her face. The others turned to look over at us, "Hello." Rick repeated. One of the men took a deep breath.

"Well, I bet Albert is on perimeter watch." He threw down the paint brush he was holding and walked over to us. We stood in a line, Daryl standing just in front of me. Still injured, the extra feeling of protection was welcome, "You here to rob us?" The man asked. Dude, if we had we wouldn't have announced ourselves.

"No." Rick replied, "We wanted to see you, before you saw us." The man smiled and nodded his head.

"Makes sense. Usually we do this where the tracks meet." he continued to approach us, "Ahem… Welcome to Terminus!" He threw his arms out, "I'm Gareth. Looks like you've been on the road for a good bit."

"We have." Rick answered, "Rick." he pointed to himself, "That's Carl, Daryl, Gwen, Michonne." He introduced. The man raised his hand in greeting.

"You're nervous. I get it. We were all the same way." he said, continuing to approach, "We came here for sanctuary. That what you're here for?"

"Yes." Our leader answered.

"Good. You found it." He turned to look behind him, "Hey, Alex." One of the others started over to us, "This isn't as pretty as the front. We got nothing to hide, but the welcome wagon is a whole lot nicer. Alex will take you, ask you a few questions. Uh, but first, we need to see everyone's weapons. If you could just lay them down in front of you." There was a tense silence. Rick looked to Daryl, waiting to see if my partner gave him the sign that we were not safe. When he didn't Rick nodded.

"Alright." He unholstered his gun. The rest of us disarmed, laying our expanse of weapons on the ground.

"I'm sure you understand." Gareth said.

"Yes, I do." Alex came over to us to frisk us for any concealed weapons.

"Hate to see the other guy." He said when he got to Daryl.

"You would." Rick answered.

"They deserve it?" He asked Carl.

"Yes." They left Michonne and I alone, maybe figuring two women were relying on these two strong men to survive. I mentally shrugged, it wouldn't be the first time my slim build made it seem that I was helpless. They would find out much differently if they tried to test that.

"Just so you know, we aren't those kind of people," Gareth reassured, "But we arent stupid either. And you shouldn't be stupid enough to try anything stupid. As long as everyone's clear on that, we shouldn't have any problems. Just solutions." When Rick nodded, Alex handed Michonne her sword back. The rest of us took that as a signal to collect our weapons.

"Follow me." He said.

He led us outside into a courtyard.

"So how long has this place been here?" Daryl questioned.

"Since almost the start," Alex answered, "When all the camps got overrun, people started finding this place. I think it was instinct, ya know? Follow a path. Some folks were heading to the coast, other's out west or up north,but they all wound up here." We were in a courtyard that looked like it was an eating area. There was a woman standing at a grill cooking food. The smell was the same as earlier.

"Hi." She said, continuing to cook as we approached, "Heard you came in the back door. Smart. You'll fit right in here."

"Hey Mary, would you fix each of these new folks a plate for me?" Alex asked the woman. My eyes roved over the area and I started to feel uneasy.

"Why do you do it?" Michonne asked, "Why do you let people in?"

"The more people become a part of us, we get stronger." Alex answered. I noticed that Rick had a suspicious look on his face as he scanned our surroundings as well, "That's why we put up the signs, invite people in. That's how we survive." Rick and I both spotted Daryl's poncho on a woman. His eyes flicked to mine and I nodded very slightly. He looked over to our guide seeing something in his pocket. He walked forward smacking the plate in Carl's hand and snagged the watch from Alex's pocket. He put the man in a head lock and put his gun to his head. Daryl and I ready, pointing our bows at them.

"Where the hell did you get this watch?" Rick growled holding up Hershel's pocket watch. Michonne and Carl, now recovered from the initial shock, also had their weapons up.

"You want answers? You want anything else?" Alex asked, panic in his voice. We had turned to look at the others in the courtyard, their weapons pointing back at us, "You get 'em when you put down the gun."

"I see your man on the roof with a sniper rifle. How good's his aim?" Rick asked, "Where'd you get the watch?" He didn't answer, "Where did you get the watch?!" Rick bellowed.

"Don't do anything!" Alex told the others, "I have this! You just put it down. Put it down!" The sniper lowered his gun, "you want to listen to me. There's a lot of us." Rick sighed in frustration.

"Where did you get the watch?" Rick reiterated.

"I got it off a dead one. I didn't think he'd need it."

"He's lying." I hissed to our leader, "I can smell it."

"What about the riot gear? The poncho?" Rick continued.

"Got the riot gear off a dead cop." Gareth's voice came from behind us. Rick whirled around, gun still to Alex's head, "Found the poncho on a clothesline." More lies. I shook my head at Daryl. Something was very wrong here.

"Gareth, we can wait." Alex started.

"Shut up, Alex."

"You talk to me." Rick demanded.

"What's there left to say? You don't trust us anymore."

"Gareth-"

"Shut up." He told his comrade.

"Gareth please."

"It's okay. It's okay." He held up his hand, "Rick what do you want?"

"The truth asshat." I growled.

"Where are our people?"

"You didn't answer the question." and he closed his fist, signaling the others. Rick had just enough time to whip around using Alex as a shield against the first shot. Rick fired on the others trying to steer us out of harm's way. They shot at our feet corralling us away from the exit.

We ran inside only to be blocked. There was only one door, it had the letter "A" written above it in white paint. The door led outside again.

"This way!" Daryl started to lead to the left but there was more gunfire at our feet herding us the other way. Oh, this was really not good.

"Help! Help! Let us out!" Voices were coming out of some shipping containers in the courtyard beside us.

"What the hell?" Daryl growled.

"Keep going!" Rick yelled. We ducked into an open garage door, also with an "A" above it.

Michonne went in through a door first, slowing when she saw were candles lit all over, like a memorial.

"What the hell is this place?" Daryl asked, looking at the candles on an iron shelf.

"These people, I don't think they're trying to kill us." Michonne said.

"No, they were aiming at our feet." Rick responded. Nope something worse was afoot here, I could feel it.

"There!" Rick pointed to a door that was slightly ajar. It slammed shut as soon as we went for it. There was another door, also with an "A", that was unlocked. We were back in another courtyard, more shots were fired at our feet. There was a train car there, the same "A" on it. I skidded to a stop, as I saw the guns pointed at us from the other side of the fence. We were trapped.

"Drop your weapons! Now!" Gareth yelled, "Now!" We disarmed, looking up at the man on the roof, "Ring leader, go to your left." He instructed, "The train car, go. You do what we say the boy goes with you. Anything else, he dies and you end up in there anyway." Rick glared at him before looking down at his son, trying to reassure him that we would figure something out. He nodded to Carl and started towards the car.

"Now the archer," Daryl started after him, "Now the ninja." squinted at him and followed after my man, "Now the Samurai." Michonne joined us at the train car, "Now stand at the door, Ringleader, archer, ninja, samurai, in that order."

"My son!" Rick yelled.

"Go kid." Gareth told him, Carl started over to us, "Ringleader, open the door and go in."

"I'll go in with him." Rick fired back.

"Don't make us kill him now!" Gareth warned. Rick looked back towards the car and went up the steps, sliding open the door. We followed him in. The first thing I was aware of was that there were others in here, and some of the scents I recognized. My eyes adjusted and I saw a face I thought I wouldn't see again.

"Rick?" It was Glenn, Maggie next to him.

"You're here. You're here." Rick said. Sasha and Bob were with them as well as four others. One of the others looked really familiar.

"They're our friends." Maggie assured, "They helped save us."

"Yeah. Now they're friends of ours." Daryl responded.

"For however long that'll be." The towering ginger said from the back. He had a military style haircut, and a wicked handlebar mustache.

"No." Rick said, plan already formulating in his head; I could see it, "They're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out." Rick looked out the crack in the door.

"Find out what?" Ginger asked.

"They're screwing with the wrong people." he growled.

"Gwen?" Glenn said in surprise when I stepped out from behind Daryl, pulling my face mask down, "We saw the Governor stab you in the chest."

"Missed her heart." Daryl answered.

"Didn't you say that the attack was less than a week ago?" The woman who spoke was of hispanic origins, "If you got stabbed in the chest, even if he missed your heart, you would have at least had a punctured lung. How are you even standing right now?"

"It's a long story for another time, another place." I answered.

"She's right." Glenn said, "Guys this is Abraham," The ginger, "Eugean," Mmm mullet man, "Rosita", the woman who was shocked I was alive, "And Tara." the one who looked familiar. Introductions over, Abraham started recounting what happened when they arrived, all of us crafting weapons from what we had while he talked.

"They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go. We just got here, but damn, it was time to go." Seems I wasn't the only one to pick up on the bad mojo, "When I told them about D.C, a wink and a nod from the head asshole in charge, they pulled their guns and it was right back to our regularly scheduled shit storm." I snorted in amusement at the way he spoke, the approval already rising for this one.

"Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?" Sasha asked us.

"No." Michonne responded.

"Good." May not mean he was alive but at least he wasn't here.

"Did anyone see Beth?" Maggie asked. Daryl nodded.

"She was with me, but she was taken. Black car with a white cross painted on it. I tried to follow it. I tried." Daryl told her.

"But she's alive?"

"She's alive."

I had it easy given that I had built in weapons. I sat there sharpening my nails with the file I had stashed in my boot. I kept looking up at Daryl who was keeping watch.

"That's some wicked manicure you have there girlie." Abraham said from his spot across from me. Daryl glanced back briefly but returned his gaze to the courtyard.

"She can rip a man's heart right out of his chest." Carl said. Abraham scoffed.

"It's true." Michonne vouched, "That's how she killed the man who did that to her man." She pointed to Daryl's face.

"Like I said, story for another time and place. But these" I held up my hands, "and these," then flashed them a grin, "Are the only weapons I need right now."

"Alright, got four of them pricks comin' our way." Daryl announced.

"Y'all know what to do." Rick instructed, "Go for their eyes first. Then their throats."

"Put your backs to the wall on either side of the car. Now!" Someone ordered from the other side. Then we heard footsteps on the roof. A hatch opened and a can fell to the ground.

"Shit…" I hissed.

"Move!" Abraham yelled right as the flashbang went off. My ears were ringing something terrible. I heard the door open and some scuffling then the door shut. Once the smoke cleared I saw that they had taken Daryl, Rick, Glenn and Bob.

"Fuck!" I growled and drove my fist into the wall, leaving a knuckle shaped impression.

About an hour passed as I paced the car, feeling caged in.

"Gwen, your growling." Michonned said. I stopped and looked at her.

"Sorry." The newcomers were sending me uneasy glances. Yeah great time to meat Gwen the werewolf, when she's super strung out. The sound of gun fire had me pressing my face to the crack. There was nothing in the immediate area but I knew that something was happening.

An explosion rocked the car, and I pressed my hands to my ears. They came away black.

"Ow…" I was really over having my eardrums bleed.

"What the hell is going on?" Abraham growled slamming his fists into the door.

"Someone hit 'em." Michonne said.

"Maybe our people got free." Sasha hoped. Eugean pushed past Tara and Sasha kneeling at the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rosita asked.

"I might be able to use this shell to compromise the door. From the sound of things, there may not be anybody left to open it."

"Eugene, I'm sorry, but shut up." Tara told the man.

"Okay."

"Hey," Carl spoke up, "My dad's gonna be back. They all are."

"They are." Maggie continued, "And we need to get ready to fight our way out with them when they do." I could hear walkers in the courtyard, one smacking its hand on the door. Michonne and I exchanged glances, knowing that something was going down.

The sound of gun fire continued to pepper the air as the others readyed themselves.

"What's the cure, Eugene?" Sasha asked. Cure? Oh, the reason they were going to D.C.

"It's classified." He responded. My gut immediately told me something was not right about this cat.

"We don't know what's gonna happen." Sasha argued.

"You leave him be." Abraham defended his charge.

"We need to keep working." Maggie said.

"Yeah, but it's time to hear it." Sasha continued, "'Cause we don't know what's gonna happen next."

"What's next is we get out of this." Tara said.

"Even if I told you all, provided step-by-step instructions, complete with illustrations and a well-composed FAQ and I went red-ring, the cure would still die with me." I narrowed my eyes at the 'scientist'. No matter how much these guys did, I couldn't believe him. A cure? Pfft, and I'm part unicorn.

"I'm not gonna let that happen." Abraham assured.

"The best case scenario, we step out into a hellstorm, of bullets, fire and walkers. I'm not fleet of foot. I sure as hell can't take a dead one down with sharp buttons and hella confidence." Eugene continued.

"Yeah, but we can and we will." Michonne told him.

"You don't owe us anything." Sasha said, "Not yet. But we just want to hear it."

"You don't have to." Rosita told Sasha. Then he fed us a lie about being a part of the human genome project, and that he was fighting weaponized diseases with weaponized diseases. How he could rewrite some code to target the walkers and kill them all. I shook my head and walked back away. He was lying, whether about it all or some of it. I didn't trust him. There was a banging on the door and it slid open, revealing Rick, gun in hand.

"Come on! Fight to the fence!"

I slashed at walkers as I ran, knocking them off kilter and away from me.

Rosita killed a walker on the other side.

"Come on, up and over!" Daryl, who had caught up to me, helped me over, following close behind. Once we were out of immediate danger I stopped Daryl and pulled him to me.

"I'm okay." he kissed my head and we continued after the others. We ended up at the front with Rick as we walked through the forest towards our hidden cache and our bags.

"Here." Daryl said, unearthing the shovel. Rick bagan to dig.

"What the hell are we still around here for?" Abraham asked.

"Guns, some supplies." Rick answered, "Go along the fences with the rifles. They don't get to live." The others looked at each other. Daryl and I had already expected this response.

"Rick, we got out." Glenn told him, "It's over."

"It's not over till they're all dead." Rick responded.

"The hell it isn't." Rosita spoke up, "That place is on fire. Full of walkers."

"I'm not dicking around with this crap." Abraham decided, "We just made it out."

"The fences are down." Maggie continued, "They'll run or die." Rick looked at us, but we were prepared to do whatever. Then a scent caught my nose, the rustle in the leaves drawing Daryl and my attention behind us. We were in motion before anyone else could register who the new comer was. Daryl threw his arms around her first, picking her up and setting her down.

She pulled back to look at him, tears starting to fall down his face. He leaned forward resting his head on her shoulder. She pulled his head up resting her forehead against his. Then she grabbed me and pulled me to her. I buried my nose into her neck, breathing her scent. Another scent I thought I would never catch again. Carol.

"Yer here…" She nodded. She released me as Rick joined us. I wrapped my arm around Daryl, my hand over my mouth as I sobbed in relief.

"Did you do that?" Rick asked, referring to the attack on Terminus. She nodded and he pulled her into a hug. She pulled away a serious look on her face.

"You have to come with me." She handed Daryl back his crossbow. She also had my ammo belt with my knives, my bow, and the Peacemaker. I holstered my gun, putting my belt back on. I touched my mother's knives, tears in my eyes. I retrieved my bag from the tree before we set out.

The group followed Carol down the road. I could see a small cabin with a car outfront. The door opened and a man emerged with a baby in his arms. It was Tyreese, and he had Judith. Rick dropped his stuff and ran over to the baby. Carl and Sasha were right behind him.

After Sasha released her brother and Rick had collected himself, he grabbed Tyreese's shoulder, a look of pure gratitude on his face.

"I don't know if the fire is still burning." Rick said a while later, looking at the plume of black smoke rising from Terminus.

"It is." Carol answered.

"Yeah, we need to go." Rick continued.

"Yeah but where?" Daryl asked.

"Somewhere far away from there." Rick responded.

We hiked back up to the tracks then down the other side into the forest. As evening approached we stopped to camp for the night.

"Psst." Daryl got my attention motioning to the woods. Rick saw us go and nodded. We swept the perimeter, moving in easy silence like always. A twig cracked to our left, both of us turning bows up. It was just one of the others walking away from camp, most likely to relieve themselves. We relaxed, a chuckle escaping my lips.

"When are ya gonna tell the others?" Daryl was referring to my special nature.

"Later. It's fun to watch them try to guess." He shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

Daryl, Carol and I were on watch later in the night. I sat on the ground between Daryl's knees leaning back against him. Carol sat on the log next to him, my hand resting on her knee.

"I don't want to talk about it." Carol said. Daryl had been just looking at her for the past ten minutes, "I just need to forget."

"Alright." Daryl responded. She looked over at him then back into the night. Leaves rustled in the woods in front of us. Daryl stood stepping around me. Carol and I went to stand but he put his finger up telling us to wait. He walked towards the noise, stopping and looking into the forest. After several moments he relaxed.

"It's nothin'." he stared into the forest though for several more minutes before he returned to his log.

"Okay Gwen." I looked back at her.

"Yes Carol."

"Tyreese told me that you were dead. Uh, you are very much alive so pray tell?"

"This is the last time I'm telling this story." I snorted, "When the Governor attacked, I was down in the field. I went out to try and cover Rick who was stuck behind the overturned bus. I took out one car, and a couple of his guys and was on my way to him when the Governor loomed up in front of me. Told me how much he looked forward to killing me and drove his knife into my chest. Luckily my ribs are pretty hardy and he missed my heart. He still punctured a lung. I managed to crawl up to the guard tower and lock myself in. I passed out and was on the brink of death. I had this dream, where all this," I gestured widely, "Was the dream. I was home, my mom waking me up in the morning for flapjacks. Guill was there, and I was convinced we were together." Daryl snorted, " I went down stairs and sat with my good friends, Lori and Dale. My mom said that there were others coming. It was Andrea and T-Dog. But I was normal, like back before I was bitten. Then they told me I had to wake up, that they were all dead, and I was close but it wasn't my time yet. They said that Daryl was in danger." I squeezed his hand, tears choking me, "I don't think it was a dream, I think I was actually there with them. Which means my mom is dead. She said my dad is still alive out there somewhere."

"How?" Carol asked, tears in the corners of her eyes.

"She said some group came for them because they are doctors. They didn't want to leave or give over their supplies. They shot her in the head while my dad watched, took their stuff anyway and Joel with them."

"She didn't say what group?" I shook my head.

"No, if she knew, she probably kept it from me so I wouldn't try and avenge her. Which if I did, I might." Daryl leaned down wrapping his arms around me. I hadn't told him that my mom was dead yet. A lot had happened from the moment Daryl and I were reunited that there just hadn't been time.

"Im so sorry Gwen…" I shook my head.

"It was bound to happen. I couldn't be lucky having both of my parents survive. I just hope Joel is okay with this other group. I wonder if they heard about their field hospital through word of mouth or somehow they already knew were to look for them." I shrugged, "Probably never know."

The next morning Daryl and I woke early to hunt. He let Rick know, who was on watch, that we would catch up. Our leader nodded in kept an eye open for any sign of the disturbance Daryl had sensed the night before. It was getting late in the morning, we had caught enough squirrels for everyone and had tied them to the same length of rope Daryl had bound my hands the other night.

"Maybe next time I'll have you bind my hands before.'' I wiggled my eyebrows at him, when I handed over the cord. He blushed, obviously reliving our emotional fuck in the stormdrain.

"Shut up." The fact that he was still bashful with me even after all the things we had already done, always amused me. Just highlighted his true gentle nature.

"It's getting late, we should link up with the others." I told him, changing the subject. He nodded.

We rounded a corner to be met with our friends, their guns pointed at us. Daryl put up his hands, line of squirrels in one.

"We surrender." He joked. There was light laughter throughout. The two of us walked beside Rick.

"No tracks, no nothin'." Daryl reported.

"Not even a scent." I added in.

"So whatever you heard last night…" Rick started.

"It's more what I felt." He clarified, "If someone was watching us, there would have been something." Rick nodded and hung back to tighten up the group, letting Daryl lead. He was in every way Rick's second, which made me happy. He often was Rick's voice of reason and he was capable of stepping up to lead when Rick could not.

The easy, quiet chatter in the group was interrupted but a cry for help.

"Help, anybody! Help!" Rick halted the group so he could listen.

"Dad come on!" Carl urged. There was another scream, "Come on!" Carl said again. He kept inching towards the direction of the call, "Come on!" the boy urged. Finally Rick gave in and raced after the boy, the rest of us following close behind.

We hit a clearing, a large boulder in the center, several walkers around it. The walkers were dispatched and I looked up to see a man perched atop the rock. He was african american man, probably in his early thirties and he wore an almost spotless suit. When he sat up I caught a glimpse of the tiny white collar.

"It's clear, keep watch." Rick instructed the others. He walked up to the rock, looking up at the Priest.

"Come on down." He jumped down, his face twisted in discomfort, "Are you alright?" He held up a finger and then answered Rick's question but emptying his stomach on the ground. He wiped his mouth and looked up at us.

"Sorry," he took a deep breath and stood up straight, "Yes. Thank you. I'm Gabriel." Ha! A priest named Gabriel. Doesn't get any more ironic than that.

"Do you have any weapons on you?" Rick asked. The Priest chuckled nervously, looking around at us.

"Do I look like I would have any weapons?"

"We don't give two short and curlies what it looks like." Abraham answered.

"I have no weapons of any kind." He told us, "The word of God is the only protection I need.

I scoffed quietly. Okay Padre.

"Sure didn't look like it." Daryl pointed out. The priest smiled.

"I called for help. Help came." he looked around at us, his eyes worried, "Do you have-do you have any food? Whatever I-I had left just hit the ground."

"We have some pecans." Carl offered extending his hand to the man. The priest took them.

"Thank you." So far he had been telling the truth, and seemed genuine enough. Judith cooed behind us drawing Garbiel's attention, "That's a beautiful child." you could cut the heaviness in the air with a knife, "Do you have a camp?" He asked.

"No. Do you?" Rick responded.

"I have a church." he answered after several seconds.

"Hold your hands above your head." He did as asked, panic on his face while Rick frisked him, "How many walkers have you killed?" Rick began his interrogation.

"Not any actually." he answered. Rick looked at me briefly and I nodded. The statement was not a lie.

"Turn around." Rick told the man so he could check the back, "How many people have you killed?"

"None." he said, his voice telling me he was shocked we were even asking. I nodded to Rick again. More truth.

"Why?" Rick asked the final question.

"Because the Lord abhors violence."

"What have you done?" Rick asked, probably just as curious as the rest of us how someone like this had survived almost two years in this world. The Priest's face twitched, like there was something but he wasn't sure how or if he should tell us, "We've all done something."

"I'm a sinner." was his response, "I sin almost every day. But those sins, I confess them to God, not strangers."

"You said you had a church?" Michonne circled back to the important part of this conversation, now that Rick's three questions were done. He nodded, showing us the way to the Lord's House.