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"Rick! Rick!"

Glenn went at another walker whilst Daryl's continuous attempts to waken Rick remained futile. He was deep in unconsciousness and there was nothing Daryl or any of the others could do. The walkers were weakening now but they had no weapons and no quick way of finishing them off. They tried bashing in their heads, ripping them and tearing at them with the chains that held them. It was a slow process and now the walkers were in pieces. A deep bite had sunk into Tyreese's arm before any of them could do anything. But he still fought on. Sasha, Michonne, Andrea, Maggie and Carol were nowhere to be seen. Carl's shouts could still be heard from the crowd. His struggles were evident until a gun was aimed at him. Daryl's heart was in his throat but Carl stopped squirming and the gun was lowered again.

"Stop!" someone cried. "STOP!"

There was a pause and the crowd around the ring went quiet. The walkers were pulled back on their chains. Tyreese sunk to the floor, cradling his arm. Men who were heavily armed looked at each other for guidance while Daryl slapped Rick lightly.

"C'mon. Wake up!"

Rick's eyelids fluttered open but his eyes were unfocussed.

"Rick! Ya need t' wake up!"

His eyes dropped again and Daryl cursed. The crowd was still quiet when a short man came forward. He was dressed in a shirt tucked into his pants neatly and glasses perched on his face. The man stepped forward and faced the crowd.

"The Governor's dead!"

...

Carol had stood in shock of what she had done. Michonne and Andrea looked even more surprised. A few moments passed by until anyone spoke.

"We can't let him turn," Michonne mumbled, stepping forward.

Andrea put her arm out to stop her. She pulled Michonne back a few steps then walked slowly forward to where the Governor was lying on the floor. Kneeling down, she put her gun to his head, swallowed and fired. The shot echoed in the room. The women didn't move until they heard footsteps.

"Governor, I don't know if-"

Andrea was stood, pointing her gun at the short man who appeared in the doorway. Then she lowered it.

"Milton!"

The man stared at Andrea, then at Michonne and Carol, then at the Governor lying dead on the floor. His jaw slowly dropped and he started to gesture wildly. No words were coming to his aid.

"But- Andrea- I- What the- the Governor- I-"

"Milton," Andrea said firmly, stepping closer to him. He backed off a step but she continued. "How do we get out of here? Where are our friends? He'd dead now so you don't need to worry. Just help us get out."

The man still wasn't convinced. He glanced at Carol.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Andrea waved her hands in front of his face. "She's with us. Just help us. Please!"

"Andrea..." he hesitated, looking at his surroundings and the dead man on the floor. He looked the longest at Michonne as though he was scared of her. Finally, he said, "Okay... I'll help you. But just get out of here. Don't stop running. I'll see what I can do for your friends."

That seemed to be enough for Andrea so she nodded eagerly.

"Where are Maggie and Sasha?" Carol cut in.

Milton frowned. "Who?"

"The other women who were with us," Michonne said, stepping forward.

Milton looked guilty. "One of them came at me with a knife. A guard shot her down. The one who's been here before is in a room down the corridor. I'll help you find her. I'm sorry about the other."

Carol looked down. She hadn't known the other group for that long and they had just began getting comfortable with them. Then they had been dragged into this. A full-on war with Woodbury. She sighed but Andrea touched her shoulder then looked at Milton.

"What's your plan?"

He thought for a moment and then started to pace while talking. "I'll go out and cause a diversion. Tell everyone he's dead. Attempt to get order. Get your friends in the clear. Release them. You need to go out the back way. Over the hill." He glanced at Michonne. "Where you killed the captive walkers, there's a back gate in that yard. Go out of there. Over the hill." He threw her the keys. "Don't stop running."

Andrea took the Governor's gun and placed it in the holster on her thigh.

"Okay. Let's go."

...

Daryl saw the man talking to the armed Woodbury men and took advantage of the situation. He had pulled them all away from around the ring and so they were all in one place. Daryl looked at Carl in the seats who was now regarding the situation with caution. They met each others eyes and Daryl beckoned him over. Carl looked towards the group who were talking quietly amongst themselves then broke into a run. He stopped in front of Daryl and looked down at Rick.

"Daryl... Is he..."

"No, he ain't. Jus' unconscious. We gotta get him outta here, okay?"

Carl nodded quickly and, with the help of Glenn, they pulled Rick up to his feet. They stole a look at Tyreese who regarded them with a smile.

"It's alright. You go on. If you see Sasha, tell her I'm in a better place."

Daryl smiled slightly at the man who he hadn't known long. "Thanks, man."

Once they turned their backs on Tyreese, Daryl had no idea what to do or where to go. They eased their way out of the walkers and started in the opposite direction to the group. They rounded a corner and Carl shouted in surprise. Andrea collided into them. Attempts to rip her gun out of her holster stopped as she glanced at the men in front of her.

"Is he..." she started, staring at Rick.

"No. Where the hell are we goin'?"

Her eyes snapped up to Daryl and nodded. "Come on. Follow me, quick."

...

Andrea decided she knew the way too and would go to find Daryl and the others and then lead them out. Meanwhile, Carol followed Milton and Michonne to the room where Maggie was locked in. He opened it and stepped inside. There were a few shouts until she realised that Carol and Michonne were there too.

"Oh my God!" she cried, rushing forward and hugging Carol. "You're okay, thank God. Where's Glenn? Where are the others?" she asked, pulling back.

"Andrea's going to find them. We're getting out," Carol said hurriedly.

Michonne nodded to Milton before he turned into a run in Andrea's direction.

"Come on. This way," she said.

They followed Michonne to the armoury. Pausing only for a few seconds, they grabbed some guns and Carol saw the crossbow. Daryl's crossbow. Without thinking, she picked up the heavy weapon and, giving a slight nod to Maggie and Michonne, they ran out and came to the back yard. It was dark but Michonne could still see clearly.

"This way," she repeated.

Carol could just make out her figure and her sword glinting in the moonlight as she crossed over to the gate. She jammed the keys in, turned them and pulled. The gate was stiff but, with all three of them pulling, they yanked it open. In the distance they could hear shouts.

"Oh God," Carol whispered to herself.

To her side, Maggie was staring off in the direction they came from. Carol could tell she was scared for Glenn just as she was scared for Daryl. She placed her hand on Maggie's arm and gave her a brave smile. Maggie touched her hand and smiled back. They heard Michonne call them through the trees and nodded quickly before sprinting again. They were both thinking the same; how were they going to meet up with them all again?

...

Daryl was panting heavily trying to hold up Rick and keep close on Andrea's tail. They rounded a building and paused while they all caught their breath again. Carl had picked up some odd guns along the way and was stood with them. They boy was gasping for breath too and Daryl placed his hand on his shoulder and nodded.

"You alright?" he asked. Carl nodded and looked to his dad and Daryl caught him. "Hey," he said. "He's gonna be fine."

Shouting erupted from back at the ring and Andrea quickly motioned to them again so, hauling Rick's arm around his shoulder, he carried on with the help of Glenn. They rounded the corner into an empty yard and saw a heavy steel gate swinging open across it.

"Quick!" Andrea whispered.

Daryl didn't allow his thoughts to stray to a happy possible escape but he seemed convinced they wouldn't be seeing Woodbury again. Only one thought was on his mind now.

Carol.