Chapter 3 Yay! I hope you all enjoy :)

Chapter 3: The Spiral Never Ends

Sometimes we only live for the here and now.
Sometimes we're lonely.
Sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded... or fly away again.
I will fly away again.

I feel rain pouring down.
I wait to rot away.
Live again.
Here forever.

The spiral never ends.
Why are we feeling something's familiar around us?
Are we just dreaming?
Always we search for the answers but nothing is found.
We fly away again.

Angel hung back as Rick got involved with the mysterious woman carrying the baby formula. She still watched with an interest she couldn't hide. Rick had brought her inside just outside the cell block and they were interrogating her. The woman tried to stay quiet until it was needed to say something. They had already took her weapon which had been a long razor sharp sword. They left her feeling defenseless.

Angel could understand that. She had finally had enough of everyone throwing questions back and forth. She pushed herself away from the wall. Mutt laid by her quietly. "Alright enough!" she said throwing her hands out. She turned to the dark skinned woman noticing her injury. "Where's Glen and Maggie?" The woman looked at her through knitted eyebrows. Angel returned the glare back crossing her arms.

"There's a town . . . this guy who calls himself the govner' runs the place. One of his men caught up with me and stumbled across the . . . two took them back with him." Angel nodded.

"Can you take us there?" The woman nodded and Daryl jumped in the conversation as everyone else watched.

"Woh! We don't know this girl!" he said throwing his hand out gesturing at her. Angel turned and glared at him.

"She brought the baby formula back didn't she?" she questioned angrily. "Shut the fuck up!" She shoved him hard. Daryl had finally had enough of Angel's shit. He placed his cross bow down and shoved her back. She practically growled before charged at him. Rick caught her arm pulling her back. She threw his hand off huffing angrily. She reclaimed her spot on the wall.

Daryl sent her dirty looks and she sent her own as Rick tried to figure out what to do. "We need to go get them," Angel finally said as Hershel was patching up he woman's wound.

"It'll be a lot harder then you think . . . It'll be a war," the woman said looking up to her.

"Well that's just what I'm good for . . . Rick when are we going?" He turned and looked at her. He just starred for a few moments. He wasn't paying her any mind, he was plotting.

"We'll go when she's patched up." Angel nodded pushing off the wall.

"Ima go get a little practice in before we do. Can I have the keys?" He nodded throwing her a set of keys. She nodded a thanks and slipped out with Mutt without people noticing. She made her way down to the yard. She jogged he rest of the way to the car. "What weapons to go with?" she asked herself opening the trunk.

She placed her rifle back there and replaced it with the shotgun. She pulled out the dual machetes and strapped them onto her back. "Been a while." She smiled and slammed the trunk shut before leaning against it. She pulled out her bottle and took a big swallow. She scouted out a fair size group of walkers outside the fence. Mutt jumped in through the window of the car taking a nap.

"Perfect," she said pushing away from the car and made her way outside. There she picked a good spot. She whistled and the group made it's way towards her. She pulled the dual set of blades out having a bit of trouble making her broke hand hang onto the blade. She managed it though. "Alright you can still do this," she told herself. She took a deep breath and the booze warmed her body against the sun.

She charged at the group and spun cutting two walker's heads off. She stabbed to more through the eyes and kicked one off the blade laughing. She pulled the other out before chopping the last one in the middle of the head.

She stood amongst the dead bodies breathing heavily. She wiped the blades off on the body's clothes and sleeved them. She heard faint clapping and turned back to the fence. She knitted her eyebrows and frowned. It was the two ex-prisoners Rick had let into the group after they helped him kill someone. She sighed before cracking her neck and heading back to the gates.

The blonde man quickly opened the gate for her with a small smile. "How's it going?" she said lowly acknowledging them. The darker skin man nodded in return. The blonde man closed the gate and walked by her.

"That was pretty sweet," he said referring to her little practice run. She shrugged a bit.

"Thanks took years to learn been a while since I've tried it." She quickly walked ahead of the man and back into the yard. She ventured up to Rick, Daryl, and Michonne. "So this is it?" Angel asked leaning against the green Honda.

"No Oscar is coming to," Rick said putting some guns in the trunk. Angel cocked a brow in questions. She didn't know who that was. "One of the prisoners," he clarified looking down to the darker skin man who was walking up to them.

"Oh," she said shrugging. "Did not know." She made a popping sound with her lips and Daryl scoffed at her. She glared at him but looked away. She turned back to Rick. "I'll follow you in my car . . . I mean if that's ok." He gave a nod before slamming the trunk shut.

"I think if we go now we can make it to the place on foot just at dark." She nodded crossing her arms. "Angel don't get lost we're going to need you on this one. Your past occupation is gonna help a lot." Mutt came running up at that point looking up at her and then to the Camaro.

"Nope. You're not coming you need to stay here and watch the others. Can you do that buddy?" She kneeled down on one knee and petted his head. He whined but walked back up to the other gate and laid down crossing his paws. "Good boy," she whispered standing back up. "We ready to head out?"

"Yea let's go," Rick said getting under the wheel and the others piled in the car. She quickly jogged to her car and hoped in through the window, which she regretted when she had trouble repositioning herself to fit under the wheel. Rick drove past her laughing and her cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"Damn it," she mumbled cranking the car up and following them. As she drove out the gate the blonde headed man smiled at her holding the gate open. "Good luck!" he called out. "Thanks," she hollered back before spinning the tires and kicking dirt on him. She busted out laughing as she fell in line behind the green Honda.

She grabbed the bottle up and took a swallow turning the music up and lit a cigarette. She was preparing herself for the ride ahead and what might happen when they got there.

Nearly an hour later Rick pulled to the shoulder of the road and everyone got out. Angel quickly pulled behind them and killed the engine. She had a little buzz at that point but it did not affect her ability to fight of understand what was happening. It only affected her emotions.

She jumped out stuffing the keys in her pocket and threw the almost empty bottle into the back seat. She burped and laughed a little closing the door before walking up to the group. "We walk from here," Rick said leading the way. She wanted to argue but she threw her hands up and let them rest at her side in defeat. She followed in line as they took a beat up path through the woods.

"Not much of a talker are you?" Angel asked taking up Michonne's side. She glared at her and Angel shrugged it off growing quiet once again. She hated this little trip no one wanted to talk and the silence befalling them was mind shattering to her.

Not too much longer and a group of walkers were trailing them. "Come on," Rick stated before running. "But Rick we could fight them," Angel argued. No one acknowledged her request, it annoyed her. But she fell in line as they started running. They stumbled across a small shack and they ran inside.

Walkers started banging on the door. Angel was pissed. "You see what you did?" she said looking at Rick. "Now there's too many to fight. We shoulda stayed and fought." Rick was going to say something but Daryl took the opportunity.

"Ain't your call no how. If we followed you we'd be dead," he stated looking around. She glared at him.

"And just what the fuck do you know Dixon!" she yelled angrily. "Because you're just so fucking good at keeping people alive." He pushed her and they were about to fight when someone jumped out of the bed with a shotgun pointed at them. He was yelling and screaming for them to leave while Rick tried reasoning with him.

Before Rick had a chance to calm him down Michonne plunged her blade through the back of his head. It shocked them all. She pulled her sword out and the man fell to the ground. "Well we have a solution to the escape problem," Angel said looking at the body and giving a small smirk before pulling her shades over her eyes and onto her head.

"Help me with this," she said to Rick as she kneeled down and pulled the body up. Oscar and Rick quickly came and helped her. "Open the door on three," Rick said as they held the body up.

"Three!" Angel said and Michonne opened the door and they pushed the body out. She quickly slammed the door shut.

"Come on!" Rick said two timing it to the back door. Everyone followed behind and ran from the house and into the cover of the woods as quickly as possible. They all stopped breathing heavily besides Angel who look unfazed by the workout. Which caused a glare from them all. She smiled but turned away not letting them see it. She nearly started laughing. To mock them she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She didn't have to say anything.

At nightfall they found themselves at the wall around the large town. Rick was going over the plan with them all. "Seems stable . . . Just gotta be careful and quiet," Angel said bringing her shotgun forward off her back. She looked around and noticed Michonne gone. Rick noticed as well.

"She's on her own!" he whispered angrily. Before taking the lead and slipping through a piece of tin. They all followed in line and snuck through the back door of a building. They crept up to covered windows and peeked through. Angel looked through noticing people up and walking around. "They got it nice here," she mused letting the thin sheet fall back over the window. The doorknob started clicking signaling someone was coming in.

"Shit," she said as they all took cover. She watched as Rick took charge of the situation with calmness. She wasn't really paying much attention to the whole thing. She had a tendency to do that when she wasn't in charge but she'd follow the leader to the depths of Hell if it be so. She had been thinking about a lot of things when Oscar nudged her forward. She didn't know what the hell was going on but she played along. She noticed the man who came in was know knocked out on the floor.

Rick had brought out tear gas that would make shift smoke bombs. Angel smiled at that. They quickly ran out and chaos followed. Angel ran with them all through the fog to another building. Rick threw out more tear gas and gunshots followed. Angel quickly ran over and unmasked two people that had bags over their heads. She sighed in relief when she saw it was Maggie and Glen.

"We gotta go," Rick told them handing them each a pistol. The group fled to the door throwing out more tear gas. They entered a battle group men were shooting just as well as them. They finally stopped under the cover of a corner. Angel was still just playing along loving the way the shotgun kicked when she shot it. She had already shot two men and she was ready for round two when they all stopped to think. She peaked around the corner paying no mind to the drabble between all of them.

"I'm going to stay behind. You go ahead," Daryl said and it broke Angel's concentration on the battle.

"What? No!" she said looking at him. He glared at her. How the hell could she care now? After the guilt trips and accusations she put on him how could she? That pissed him off further and he made up his mind that he was in fact staying. Rick argued with him but it was pointless.

Angel was confused she hated him but she didn't want him to stay behind. She froze to the spot for a long time starring at him. "We got to go Angel," Rick said grabbing her. She knitted her eyebrows.

"I'll be right behind you," she said quickly. He grunted before throwing out more tear gas and leaving with the others.

"Get your stupid ass on," Daryl said glaring at her. She frowned but kept her temper under control.

"Daryl please don't do this," she begged letting her pride die. "You're gonna get hurt or worse." He lost it then. He pushed her against the wall nearly spitting venom in the process.

"You don't get to fucking do that," he stated taking a step back. "You don't get to treat me like you have. Making me feel like a piece of shit then try and care. If you don't fucking go now I'm going to shoot your stupid ass." She glared at him.

"Fuck you Dixon," she growled cocking her gun and ran into the cover of the smoke. In her rage she shot everything that moved. She nearly shot Rick but he held his hands up and she let her grip on the gun relax. They ran out through a hole in the fence.

They reunited with Glen and Maggie. "Where's Oscar?" Angel asked looking around for him. Maggie teared up.

"I had to shoot him." She quickly wiped her tears away and looked at the ground. Angel now noticed just how bad Glen was. He looked like shit with a black eye and cuts around his face. Someone had beaten the shit out of him. She said nothing though.

Michonne came through another opening in the fence. Rick jumped at her taking her sword and drew a gun on her. "Where the hell were you?" he barked. She said nothing but gave a mean look. Angel had to give her a thumbs up. No one found it funny though. Rick finally relaxed. "We have to go back for Daryl," he stated looking at everyone.

"Yea we do," Glen said standing up. Angel cringed her nos at the idea. The bastard wanted to stay behind and be a big boy so he should have to deal with the after math himself, she thought. She kept those thoughts silence though.

"No," Rick said quickly "You and Michonne are both beat up. Go back to the car." Glen was angry then but he didn't argue he stood and kicked a piece of metal that sat on the road as Michonne followed him. Rick slowed her down and gave her sword back.

He came back to the two people left remaining. "All right this is what we're gonna do," he said kneeling down by them.

Daryl found himself tied up and had a bag over his head. The sound of the crowd hollering all around him was nerve racking. The governor's voice seemed distant and distorted yet it rung in his ears. He could hardly make any word out. Why didn't he listen to Angel? He wouldn't give the damn woman applause for being right though.

Finally someone ripped the bag off his head and slashed a knife through the rope holding his hands together. The only thing he noticed was his brother standing on the other side of the make shift arena and the walkers chained on surrounding them. That and the crowd hollering around him left him dazed. What the hell was going to happen?

Angel starred down the sight of her pistol smiling as she lined up a shot at someone's head. "On my say," Rick said lowly. Maggie had her gun pointed as well. "Now!" Rick yelled and Angel laughed as the shot brought her target down. She picked out another and shot the man down before jumping down from the small platform and throwing tear gas into the crowd. She ran in like a maniac on cocaine.

She grabbed Daryl by the arm and pointed in the direction for him to run. He didn't hesitate. He left but Angel paused. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the high from the chaos that made her see what she did. She starred at a little girl for a few moments. It was Jewel a walker ventured closer to her. It grabbed her arm and she raised the pistol ready to shoot before someone else charge in and shot it.

The man grabbed the little girl up and fled. Angel couldn't move. She felt like she was on acid. Someone latched onto her arm. She turned her head slowly. Time had slowed down and noise didn't touch her ears. Rick was yelling something at her when she came to. Her eyes widened. "Lets go!" she yelled and they ran away.

Reuniting outside was a mess. Angel noticed the same asshole back at the bar with them now. What was his name again? Oh yea Merle. The name almost made her spit. She had to keep running though with the rest of the group. Daybreak came as they hit the woods.

Angel stopped and starred at Merle with a unrecognizable hate. He turned and recognized her instantly. He gave a crooked smile.

"Well isn't this a small world!" he said throwing his arms up. She scowled at him before she charged at him.

"You son of a bitch!" she yelled tackling him to the ground. She drew her arm behind her head turning her hand into a fist. Before she had a chance to use it Daryl snatched her off by her tank top straps. One popped under the tension showing her newest wound.

"Get off my brother!" Daryl yelled. Angel found herself dumb founded. She looked at Merle who was standing back up wiping leaves off his ass, he still had that damn smile on his face.

She then looked at Daryl. "What?" she said mouth agape. "This piece of shit is your brother? The motherfucker who came into my house and got me stabbed?" She laughed hard then before glaring at them both. "Oh fuck this! I'm done!" She yelled kicking a log on the ground into a nearby tree. She then headed for where her car was parked. She could see Glen and Michonne just up ahead leaning against the Honda. "Fuck it! God damn it! Why the fuck? Ahhh!" she yelled charging at her car.

She was having one of her fits. She finally reached her car and slung the passenger door open. She grabbed up her bottle polishing it off before down what was left. She then threw the bottle into a tree and it busted. She then grabbed another full bottle from the back seat and cracked it open drinking more.

She slammed the door shut carrying her bottle and a lit cigarette, walking over to where Daryl and Rick were talking. She stopped looking for Merle and saw that someone had knocked him out over in the woods she smiled happily at that. She then returned to walking to them.

"If my brother can't stay I can't either," Daryl said standing his ground. Angel stopped in her tracks and starred at the scene. Any good effects the alcohol had moments before vanished. She was angry now. She wasn't staying around any longer for this bullshit. If Daryl Dixon wanted to take off with his hick asshole brother so be it. She wouldn't say a word.

"You're a sorry son of a bitch!" she yelled angrily turning on her heel and walking back to her car. She jumped in and slammed the keys in the ignition shaking angrily. She cranked the car and slammed her foot up and down on the gas revving the engine. She spun out onto the road and took off back towards the prison going ninety.

She drove straight into a parked car knocking it out of the way and kept going. She made it to the prison and raced on the dirt road before pulling up to the gate. The blonde man quickly opened the gate for her. She couldn't hear him over the radio that was blasting Godsmack - Bad Magik. He closed one gate and opened the other. She dug off and slung the car around into her parking spot.

"Get of my back bitch!" She screamed at the world along with the song. She just had to make it to the bottom of that bottle and everything would be ok. She slammed it back downing half of it and the world hazed over. She smiled brightly before closing her eyes and drifting into sleep.