(Carl's P.O.V.)
I sat in my chair shaking my head back and forth in an attempt to keep myself awake. I couldn't fall asleep; I couldn't risk having a nightmare while in the Governor's home. I tried thinking about a way to escape but I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't see two feet in front of me, and I was duct taped to a chair. How was I supposed to get out of here? I was shaken from my thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching. I steeled myself for another one of the Governor's interrogations. But when the door opened it wasn't him. It was Milton; he walked up to me and ripped the duct tape off of my wrists.
"I'm going to take you to Andrea." He told me in a hushed voice. I nodded and stood up, I followed him into the main room. I could see the Governor asleep in his bed and I could tell from the windows that it had to be really late.
We slowly and quietly snuck out of the Governor's house and onto the streets of Woodbury. From what I was able to see it seemed like Woodbury was just a neighborhood that had been walled off with some really tall walls.
After walking down a couple of streets we had arrived at Andrea's house. Milton knocked on her door quietly. We waited a few seconds and then he knocked again, louder this time. When we still didn't get an answer he started pounding on the door, this time we got an answer. We heard the sound of a lock being undone and the door opened. It was Andrea looking tired, she looked at Milton and her face showed that she was annoyed at being woken up. The she saw me and she let out a gasp.
"Carl?" She asked in shock, she then turned to Milton, "What the hell is he doing here?"
"The Governor had Martinez and some others kidnap him." Milton stuttered out nervously.
"Why would he do that?" Andrea questioned, her face contorted in anger.
"At the meeting two days ago, Rick was supposed to bring Michonne, so the Governor could take her. When Rick didn't do that he did this in retaliation." Andrea looked shocked when she heard this.
"Is that what happened to Noah?" Who was Noah?
"Yes, he was with Martinez and the others when they went to the Prison, apparently they left him behind. Rick has him now." Milton answered, so Noah was the boy who Glenn had shot, my dad was holding him hostage. Andrea let out a sigh of relief; she probably figured that my dad wouldn't hurt a kid. "The Governor and Rick are meeting the day after tomorrow. The original plan was to trade Michonne for Carl, but now the Governor's just going to kill whoever shows up, including Carl." Milton continued.
"We have to go." I spoke up, both adults turned to me. "We have to leave now; I need to get back to the prison." I didn't just need to go back, I wanted to. I wanted to see my dad and the others, I wanted to know that they were safe and I wanted to feel safe. Milton and Andrea exchanged a look.
"You can't do that," Milton said hastily, I glared at him, "Leave tomorrow afternoon, when the Governor sees that you're gone in the morning he'll go looking for you. When he returns I'll come to you and help you leave." Andrea nodded, she looked satisfied with this plan but I wasn't. "Why can't we leave now?" I asked, my voice showing my irritation with this plan. "We can make it to the Prison before the Governor even wakes up." Andrea placed a hand on my shoulder and kneeled down so that she was at eye level with me.
"Carl it's safer if we leave when it's light out, besides you don't look like you're in any condition to be walking long distance." She told me calmly. I knew she was right, I'd barely slept at all in the past three days and all the meals I'd eaten were small and were hardly filling. I nodded in defeat.
"I took this from the Governor," Milton said, pulling the radio out of his back pocket, "You can contact Rick with it, just set the frequency to one." He instructed handing the device to Andrea. She nodded, "Alright, I'll come by when the Governor leaves." He added as he turned to leave. Andrea then took me into her house; it wasn't much different from the Governor's. It had a small kitchen area in one side, a couch and some chairs in a sitting area, and a queen sized bed in one section.
"You can sleep in my bed; I'll sleep on the couch. After we eat I'll contact your dad." Andrea instructed me. I just nodded; I could feel my eyelids growing heavy. Andrea crouched down in front of me once more. "I'm going to get you back to your dad Carl, I promise." She assured, pulling me into a hug. After that I walked over to her bed and lay down. I fell asleep almost immediately.
Andrea woke me up the next morning, it was probably a good thing that she did because I don't think I would have slept through the whole day. I had forgotten what it felt like to sleep in a real bed, the prison bunks weren't bad, but Andrea's bed put it to shame. But when Andrea woke me up I got up immediately, the sooner I woke up the sooner I could warn my dad. Andrea had made eggs and toast for breakfast. It was more than I had eaten in three days and I was grateful to her for making it.
After breakfast we called my dad, Andrea turned the radio to the correct setting and talked into it.
"Hello? Rick are you there? It's Andrea." She asked into the radio. We waited a minute and got no response, "Rick? Are you there? It's Andrea, I have Carl with me." She tried again.
"Andrea?" Came a voice over the radio, it wasn't my dad though, it was Daryl. "What's happenin over there? Why do you have Carl?" The man asked curiously.
"Daryl where's Rick? We need to speak with him now, it's urgent." Andrea responded, ignoring the hunter's question. A moment later we got a response, it was my dad's voice this time.
"Andrea? Daryl told me that you have Carl? Is he alright?" My dad asked, his voice was groggy, I guessed that he'd been asleep. Andrea turned and looked at me, considering my dad's question. She looked at the bandages that went up and down both of my arms and talked into the radio.
"He's a bit banged up, but he'll be fine. Listen you can't go to the meeting tomorrow, the Governor plans to kill you and whoever you show up with." Andrea told my father urgently. There was another brief silence before we got a response.
"Then how am I supposed to get my son back?" My dad questioned, he sounded mad probably because he figured out that he'd been screwed over. Andrea quickly explained our plan to him. "Alright, keep the radio on you, when you're far enough away contact me and I'll come pick you two up."
"Alright, talk to you then." And with that the conversation ended.
"So what do we do now?" I asked Andrea seeing as we had a few hours to kill.
"You look tired, you should go back to sleep. I'll wake you when it's time to leave." I nodded, I was perfectly content with that plan. I still hadn't slept for the majority of two days. So I went over to the bed and laid down.
I was in a small barn, there was a table in the middle and a light bulb hung above it, the only light came in through a window off to the side. I felt a man push me forward; when I turned to look at him I saw that it was the Governor and immediately I knew where we were. I also realized that my hands had been bound behind my back. We approached the table and found my dad sitting at the other end. Daryl and Merle were standing on either side of him, and he had Michonne handcuffed behind him. Why were they here? Why was I here? I didn't have long to think about it as the Governor started to speak.
"I've held up my end of the deal; now give me back my son." My dad demanded. The Governor seemed to contemplate what my dad had said for a moment before responding.
"No." He said simply, before drawing his pistol and shooting my dad in the head, he did the same to Merle and Daryl before either of them could react. Michonne ran towards us, I don't know what she had planned but the Governor shot her in the leg and she let out an ear splitting scream of pain as she collapsed in front of us. The Governor then stood in front of her with an evil smile on his face. He shot her in the shoulder and she howled again.
"Stop it!" I yelled, but all I got in response was him whipping me with his gun. I fell down dazed, my head throbbing and vision blurred. I heard another gunshot, and another scream.
"Let him go, please do whatever you want with me but let him go please." I heard Michonne beg, that was when I knew that this wouldn't end well. Michonne would never beg she wasn't that kind of person. The Governor chuckled darkly before walking over to me; he stood over me and pointed the gun down at me. I close my eyes, and then I hear a gun shot.
"CARL!"
I shoot up in bed, Andrea standing over me. She has a worried look on her face. I had a nightmare that's all it was. I sighed and rub the sleep out of my eyes. Andrea was still looking at me with concern. "What happened? You were tossing and turning in your sleep, and you kept mumbling to yourself." She asked gently, it was weird hearing Andrea talk like this. Back on the farm she always acted so tough and cold.
"It was nothing, just a bad dream." I answered dismissively, I didn't feel like talking about this. I'd had dreams similar to that one before, they didn't bother me as much anymore. The first time I'd had one like that I woke up crying, this time though I didn't feel like crying, I guess I was used to them. Andrea looked like she wanted to press the subject further, but we heard a knock on the door. When Andrea opened it Milton stepped in.
"It's time." He said.
And that's all for now. Sorry for the cliffhangery ending but I wanted to get this chapter out before finals week. Which leads me to my next point, I have left than two weeks of school left, and we're currently preparing for finals. Since I'll be spending a lot of time studying for those I won't be updating until afterwards. Sorry. Anyways, until next time I hope you enjoyed.