"I think we're almost there", Daryl said. "Ok", I said. "Turn left", Rick said.
""WoodBury"" the sign read. "We are here", Daryl said. I parked my truck a mile away so no one would see. "We've snuck in here before and know where his torcher chamber is", Rick said.
"Follow me", Daryl whispered. He led us behind a rotting warehouse. We heard screams. I covered my mouth at the thought of Jordan getting hurt. There was a door that was cracked open. We snuck inside.
We turned the corner to our amazement, it was Michonne, untouched. She was tied to a chair. I ran to here and cut the ropes. "Where's Jordan?" I whispered.
"I don't know. They came in here and just took here. Then I heard a scream.", she said as I held back tears. Daryl walked over to me, "We are going to find her" he said holding my chin. Then the door opened and everyone prepared their weapons.
"Well, Hello! I see we have a visitor", a Hispanic guy, named Martinez said. "Why don't ya'll come with me", he continued. "Uhm... I'm gonna go with no!" I said. He took a step closer to me.
"If you touch here, an arrow gonna go through your skull!" Daryl said. Martinez looked at him and grazed my arm. And just like that an arrow went through his skull. I smiled at Daryl. He smiled back.
"Now, let's go", Rick said. We went through numerous halls. I opened a door that had a green star on it. "Jordan?", I whispered.
"O...Ov...Over here", she said softly. I gasped at the sight. "Jordan... Are you okay?" I asked. Blood splattered the floor and walls.
"No... I don't think I am", she said. Michonne covered her mouth and pointed to the sheet covering Jordan's leg. I lifted the sheet and whimpered. Her foot had been cut clean off. She started to cry.
"It'll be okay, just get me outta here!" She said. I nodded.
We made it halfway out of the warehouse, when we heard footsteps and whistling. "You took something that's mine!" The Governor said
"Keep walking", I whispered. "I can hear you", he said again. We left the way we entered. Then all we saw was the barrels of 20 guns.
"You don't want to shot those", Rick said. "If we have to, we will!", a thin boy said. "And risk the safety of your town?" Rick responded.
"You're the threat", the boy said. "So, that's what he told you! If you let us go, ill let cha live!" Daryl said. "No!" The boy answered back.
"Taylor, I'm gonna need you to run to the car with Jordan and Michonne. And be ready for me and Rick! Do you understand?" Daryl instructed. I nodded and ran.
As we were running we heard screams, gunshots and arrows breaking through the wind.