Hey guys. this time it didnt take me month to update :o) but i am still writing this story. Thanks to those who stick to the story.
Have fun reading. This chapter is a bit short, but still: Enjoy! R&R
Merle pumped up the volume. "Did it have to be that kind of music?" I covered my ears, but he just smiled at me. In the back of our slowly driving car were more walkers as I would have liked. But Merle had a plan.
"I'm riding with the devil, this is the only music on ma way to hell." Merle gulped down the rest of the whisky and threw the bottle out of the window, meeting a walker's head.
"Why do you get drunk now anyways?" I screamed over the loud music. I had tried to stop him but he had pushed my hand away every damn time. I couldn't say or to anything to stop him so I had stopped.
"Ya should go back bad ass, turn n' run." But he drove on, knowing I wasn't going to turn around. We didn't talk. I checked my gun and released the safety catch, getting ready. It didn't take long until we saw the silver silos the others had told us about.
"Jump." Merle suddenly shouted, opened the door and rolled out of the car. At first I was perplexed and wasn't even sure I had heard right. I had to act fast, rolled out of the car too and hid behind a silo. I watched the car driving on driverless, while Merle went into a shed. I had to wait until all the walkers – who were following our car – passed by. When the last zombie passed me, I followed Merle. The moment I was in the shed with Merle, shooting arose and I cringed. The gunfire was outside, so our present had arrived. I took my gun and stepped next to Merle. He for his part raised his gun and pointed it through the broken window. I watched where his gun was concentrated at and saw many men. This must be the governor's men. Phillip had never planned to let anyone who would have shown up with Michonne and me leave alive.
Merle began to fire at the men. The sound of his first shot made me numb for a second. There was a ringing sound in my ears, but when Merle shifted in his position, I was clear again and shot too. My bullet went right through the leg of a guy I had never met. "Not too bad." There was this nasty smile again. I couldn't understand he smiled about the fact I had hurt a person I didn't know. Was it even right what I was doing? But when I saw these men with guns, prepared to kill Michonne and me …. I was all cold again.
"Thanks." I answered and he moved over to another window. "I had a good teacher." I concentrated hard and saw a boy standing next to – next to my next target. Phillip stood there shooting at the walkers. Before I could shoot, Merle beat me to it, but he didn't strike. Instead he shot the boy next to Phillip and he went down. I remembered his young face … he had been at the prison, with his father and two others. They must have found a safehouse in Woodbury. I held my breath, he had been innocent, talked into Phillips actions. He was just a boy. And now he was dead. I shoved the thoughts away and looked into a strangers eyes, he had seen us. I fired my gun and killed the man. I killed another man … I wasn't better than these people. I shot another in the leg and he went down, I didn't kill him, but the walkers who approached the scenery did. All the dead and injured men on the ground were attacked and eaten up by walkers. The screaming and the shots were the precursor of how this would end … in death.
Suddenly the door slammed open and something or someone met me in the back. I stumbled forward. "Ella!" Merle was at my side quickly and shot at the man who entered our hideout. I stood up and he pushed me behind him. I raised my gun and looked at Merle; it was the first time he had called me by my real name. Someone kicked me from behind and I fell forward into Merle. We both went down, boots immediately in our faces. Hands pulled us up and pushed us out. I was thrown forward, just like Merle. Lying in the sand, they started to kick us again. The one who had kicked me from behind, kicked me in the stomach and in the back. My body already hurt as hell. I saw that Hispanic again, the one called Martinez, who literally jumped onto Merles body. "No." I screamed and stretched out my arm. Trying to pull myself forward, someone stepped on my hand. "You leave him to me!" It was Phillip. He grabbed Merle and threw him back into the shed. I stood up, it was all a little blurry but I tried to go after them to stop Phillip.
"You better stay with us." Martinez told me behind my back. "This is not for little girls." He slapped me and grabbed me hard. "You're lucky if we don't kill you." Images flashed through my brain. Images of torture, pain and hopeless angst. I would be lucky if they kill me fast … My heart was beating fast, beating away the pain.
"You have no idea." I said full of hate. But he smiled at me. "Phillip!" I screamed. "Get your fucking ass out." I heard grunting, scream after scream and it was all Merle. You could almost hear the punches and kicks. I saw a gun on the ground, this could be my chance. I stepped hard onto Martinez foot, crushed my elbow into him. Jumping forward, I grabbed the gun fast, raised it and shot into the air. "Phillip!" I screamed loudly. Martinez pointed his machine gun at me, but no one shot.
"Put the gun down, girl!" Someone said behind me, but I made no attempt to do so.
It took a moment, but there he came. The Governor of Woodbury stepped out of the house with blood on his clothes and a half dead Merle under his arm. He threw him to my feet, where he didn't move at all. Merle shouldn't have been drinking that much … maybe sober he would have been a better fighter.
"Ah … my little girl returned." There was blood on his face. "But where is the black bitch that killed my daughter?" He asked as if he really thought we would deliver our people. "Well at least I got one thing from my list."
I pointed my gun at him while all the men around me pointed their weapons at me. "I ain't gonna beg." To our feet Merle was half dead, but still he fought. His nose was bleeding, probably broken, under his left eye was a deep cut bleeding like hell. His arm was in a weird position, definitely broken.
"Kill him." He ordered and one of the guys pointed his gun at Merle.
"No!" I screamed.
"Why should I stop now?" He asked apathetically.
"I'll come with you if you let him live."
He laughed out loud and didn't stop. Even his men exchanged irritated glances. "You're funny. Why should I take you with me?" In this moment Martinez jumped forward, grabbing for my gun, but I turned away from him and accidently shot the man next to Phillip. I had missed him again.
"One step and I kill another one of your damn chessman." I warned all of them. I kicked Merle carefully and he moved. His little finger was missing and he spat out blood. At least he wasn't dead, yet. We needed to get out of here. My brain was working hard on that … Now I needed my brother to tell me what to do. What should I do? WHAT SHOULD I DO?
Suddenly someone tackled me down, again I laid in the dirt and somebody jumped on my back, but I didn't let go off my gun. I raised it at Phillip but Martinez pointed his gun at Merle's head and someone kicked the gun out of my hand. "Stop it." Martinez kicked Merle so he was lying on the back. Another man picked me up and held me tight. Merle's eyes fluttered open and looked at me. "Bad ass?" I felt cold steel on my temple.
"This situation looks so familiar." Phillip was angry, but enjoyed his current status of power. "Just your romance is missing." He laughed evilly. "There is always a hero who gets killed in the end. You know how this ends, don't you?" He pressed the gun harder onto my temple. "Where is the guy who tries to stop me darlin'?"
"No one will come." I spit in his face, but that only got me a blow with the butt of his gun. "They have already overrun your precious little town." I tried Phillip's mad smile but he slapped me.
"Your boyfriend will come." He released the safety catch. "I still remember the look on the face of your last man when I killed him. But to be honest, he begged for it." He nodded to the man behind me who let go off me ungently. Phillip still pointed his gun at me. While my memory showed me pictures of John and his death through Phillips hand.
Standing on my own, I realized my whole body hurt. I wasn't running on adrenalin no more and now pain flooded my torso. "And the blonde girl. Hmmm … so bad we killed her. She screamed your name." He groaned. "Ella." His nasty laugh killed me.
"Bastard." I replied. Behind Phillip I saw Martinez getting impatient. My words had at least affected him, he seemed to believe my story about overrunning their home. "Don't you realize your holy home is already burning down?!" I grinned. In the next moment I saw stars dancing wildly around my head. Phillip had struck me down. I opened my eyes just to see a boot coming at me and something cracked. In a distance Merle screamed my name, but who could tell, my vision was dark and cloudy. When I felt my body moving I grabbed the grass under me and realized Phillip was dragging me over the field. "What are you doing?" I tasted blood and dirt. This really was familiar …
"I will have you on my mattress naked soon. This body screams for a good ride." He laughed.
"Just kill me and leave her alone." I tried to look back. Merle was almost back on his feet, but Martinez held him in a tight military grab.
"You two get it on?!" Phillip laughed again, pulled me up and pushed me against a car. "He's not your type honey." I was not sure if I had my eyes open or closed. I got to many blows against my head, I wasn't even sure if I saw right when the door of the car opened. "I will kill you Merle … but I won't let her go." He pushed me into the car.
"Never gonna happen." I took my knife out, Phillip was too far away to kill him, and so I tried to kill me. I would never ever let him touch me again alive. But I was weak and it was hard to hold my knife at all. Phillip was fast, he took it out of my hand easily.
"You will not get away that easy. I liked the way you screamed when I gave you my little stamp." Phillip came closer and whispered in my ear. "I want to hear it again."