Chapter 2 so soon

All eyes were on Michonne. The intense glare from each member of this diverse group could kill under different circumstances.

The man who seemed to be the leader spoke up first, "Who are you?" you could tell from the edge of his voice he wasn't someone to be messed with.

Michonne just stared at him, her sword still pointing towards them, she knew in this situation it couldn't do much, it acted more as a shield to keep her away from the living.

"You gonna speak" the edge was still in his voice. His beard seemed to be losing the war, looking to his left, he began whispering to a kid who was holding a baby. Probably his kids.

The boy simply nodded as he walked away towards the side of the barn, holding the baby as he sat down. Michonne felt the smallest amount of sympathy for the kid, she knew he was strong no one could make it this long and still be weak.

"We don't want to hurt you…" he continued on.

A small chuckled escaped her lips, but she didn't crack a smile.

"Just kill her and be done with it," the redneck with the crossbow shot out, "we ain't got time for this shit right now.." he pointed the crossbow at her ,"just tell me when…"

"Daryl no..." came the asian guy, "there isn't any point of killing her. If she's with anyone we would want to keep her alive… no need of starting anything that doesn't need to be started," at least there was someone with some sense.

"Just tell us who you are and who you are with and we will let you go." The leader spoke again, the arrogance in his voice was something the lit a rage within her. Who was he to come in here, and simply kick her out.

"What? I'm not going anywhere." Michonne finally spoke, the stubbornness within her wouldn't allow some dirty prick and his group run her out. She kept a cool voice as she talked, but she really wanted to punch him dead in his mouth.

His head cocked to the side, "So you'd rather die?"

Silence.

"Rick, think about this.." the asian guy pleaded.

Rick.

"We have to protect our people." said Rick

"I know but wha-" The asian guy was cut off.

"You take one side, we'll take the other, one of us will keep watch of her and outside just in case anyone comes looking for her." came the grey haired lady. Apparently over this charade that was being played at the moment. Like Michonne all she wanted to do was rest for the night.

Michonne nodded her head, this was her best option. She had to survive the night, sleep was out of the equation at this point. Michonne went back to the corner she was at and rested her back against the wall. She was studying each member of this group, as they began to get situated.

She noticed there was groups within groups. The asian guy, and the brunette seemed to be together and they along with the the young guy with the limp, the redneck, the corky girl, grey haired lady, the leader and his kids seemed to be together. The big redhead man, the hispanic girl, and the guy with the mullet stuck together. Then there was was black girl with the rifle, looking at her more Michonne could tell she had lost someone recently, someone who meant the world to her. Michonne knew that pain all to well, it's something that you can't escape.

As she kept studying the group her eyes landed on a pair the bluest of blue eyes. He had been staring at her from the beginning and hadn't let up. Michonne stared back at him, not faltering under his glare. He was scanning her she knew it, trying to figure out her game, what her next move was, how much of a danger she was to him and his group.

"Do you need something?" Michonne spoke up which was out of character for her. Everyone began to watch the staring match that was still happening. Michonne was going to let these people especially Rick know she wasn't one to be messed with.

"No, just lookin'" was all he said

"Me too" Michonne responded.

Between the two there was an understanding, she met her match and she knew it. The only difference is that he had a group and she didn't, his kids actually survived her kid didn't. The rage within her filled again. She didn't need a reminder of the failure she was, once this night was over she could continue on her death march.

The night progressed slowly but surely and Michonne was up for all of it. Different members from the group kept watch, while the rest slept.

"I'm Glenn." The asian guy said, he was keeping watch at the moment. Michonne turned and looked at him simply nodding her head. "We've been out there for awhile now, seeing this barn just gave us hope," he continued on, Michonne remained silent.

"We aren't as bad as you think, just trying to make it-"

"Just trying to survive." Michonne finished his statement.

"Yeah, just trying to survive." Glenn repeated. "What's your name?"

"Why does it matter?"

He shrugged his shoulder to her response. "I guess it doesn't matter…. I'm sure your group is out there looking for you?"

"No group. Just me." Michonne kept her responses short only saying what needs to be said, enough to get her point across.

"Wow, most people would have gone insane being out there alone for so long.." Glenn said.

"Who's to say I'm not?" she raised her brow at him.

Glenn chuckled a bit at her response, "If you were I am sure you wouldn't be here talking to me now."

Michonne nodded in agreement. The two of them continued there conversation, at times Glenn was able to get her to crack a small smile. She got a gage of the group and who was what to who. Once he got to Rick there wasn't much to be said, Glenn seemed to be protecting her from all of the shit Rick had done since being in this world. If only he knew what she has done just to make it.

"Michonne." Glenn looked up, "Michonne, that's my name, Michonne."

"Nice to meet you, Michonne," a genuine smile came across his face.

"Is that your wife?" Michonne pointed over to the girl she now knew as Maggie.

"Yep," Glenn's smile only grew "I don't know what I would do without her at this point."

"Survive." Michonne said more to herself than to him. Glenn understood where she was coming from. Those feelings of doubt and self hatred came lurking back to the forefront, "Your group is going to be wondering why you are talking to me."

"It's fine, they wanted me to talk to you anyway, and besides Rick couldn't do it without taking his eyes off of you." Glenn said trying to make light of the situation.

"He's that intense, huh," Michonne said.

Glenn looked at her, trying to determine if she was that clueless, "Yeah you can say that." That look was the same one he gave Maggie when they first met, and only he picked up on it.

"Well he's not my problem, in the morning we will be parting ways," Glenn seemed to be a bit disappointed from that statement. He was actually enjoying the conversation.

"You're right about that… well I should be getting some sleep, Daryl is going to be taking over soon," Michonne nodded, she was not to excited about being near Daryl, they definitely didn't get off to a great start.

It was early morning now, Michonne actually got a bit of sleep last night. Rick's group was still asleep except for Rick.

"You're awake?" Rick said, he must of been on watch now.

Michonne just stared at him. Her guard was back up.

"Still not talkin to me I see?" He nodded, as he reached for some water, "Thirsty?" Rick asked as he handed her the jug, Michonne took and slowly and began to drink, he continued to look at her.

"You should stop staring, it's not polite," she caught him as he averted his eyes, apparently pissed that he was called out on it.

"How many walker's have you killed?" was he next question.

"Walkers?" she has heard them be called that before, back when she was in Georgia.

"The dead." he corrected himself.

"Too Many.:"

"How many people have you killed?" Now he was getting personal.

"I lost count after fifty." He raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" was his next question,

"You're talking to me now, thats why." He nodded to her response.

"Our peo-" He was cut off by Daryl rushing into the barn,

"This is the prick that has been following us!" Daryl said, as he threw down a clean cut man with a backpack. Michonne stood to her feet.

Rick turned around to her, his glare was back, "Do you know him?" Michonne shook her head no. He turned his attention back towards the man on the ground, taking his Colt Python out of its holster pointing it at the man.

"Who are you?" Rick's voice was venomous now, he really was protective over his people.

"Hi, I'm Aaron…"