The next morning Rick woke Daryl and I up early to leave for the mill. Hershel was adamant to go, and I was certain he still had a vendetta against this man for hurting Maggie. Rick agreed, but Hershel was to drive and stay with the truck in case we had to make a quick getaway.

The mill was quiet when we pulled up, almost too quiet. I didn't see another car. Rick looked at Daryl and I warily as we parked Daryl's bike next to the SUV. Slowly I climbed off, assessing the area. Daryl took point, weaving us through the silos and around the side of the building. I brought up the flank, my bow out and ready.

We stopped suddenly and I looked over Rick's shoulder. We had come to a large open field. Daryl looked back at both of us, gesturing to the shed in the way back. I frowned, not liking the location all that much. It was too out of the way, secluded.

Slowly we made our way down to the shed. Daryl slowed, hovering over a dead walker a few feet away. He looked up at me and I swallowed. It had been killed, recently. I looked around frantically, This meant that they were here, and what disturbed me even more is that we had seen no trace of them yet.

Slowly Rick walked past us, heading to the front door of the shed. I followed him quietly, planting myself next to the front door. I glanced back at Daryl, he was knelt next to the body, looking at something. I whistled at him, raising my eyebrow and he nodded, running to the back of the shed.

"Careful in there." I whispered to Rick. He nodded, giving me a tight smile, before entering the shed. The longer I stood there, the more I decided I didn't like my position, it was too open. There was a large propane tank off to my left so I darted behind it, laying quietly on the ground, my eyes glued to the door.

I could see Daryl from where I laid, something that I knew made him feel better. He glanced in the window to the shed, nodding his head to it quietly. Apparently The Governor had made his appearance.

I waved at him, pointing back towards the silo. He looked inside once more, running over to me. I stood, quietly brushing myself off and shouldering my bow. We quickly made our way back to Hershel, who was in the process of pulling the car around. Hershel looked at us worried, parking the car.

"He's already in there, just sat down with Rick." Daryl called to him. Hershel glanced around slow, uneasily. I followed his lead. The road was deserted, something I didn't like.

"I don't see any cars." Hershel said ambiguously. I sighed, looking up at Daryl. He nodded his head in agreement, also taking in the surroundings.

"Yeah, it don't feel right." Daryl said, looking at me worriedly. "Keep it running." He patted the hood quietly, and Hershel nodded. There was the sound of an engine from the lot across the way and my heart jumped.

"Heads up!" I said as I raised my bow, following the white truck with my sight. They came at us quickly, pulling to a stop just a few feet away. I recognized the man driving as Martinez. He smirked at me, opening his car door confidently. Andrea walked around from the passenger's side door, and I watched her carefully.

"What the hell, why's your boy already in there?" Daryl asked. They raised their eyebrows at us.

"He's here?" Andrea asked quietly, looking over to Martinez. Martinez smirked at her; apparently she hadn't been told exactly how this was going down. Andrea growled, opening the barn door and heading inside.

My bow did not leave Martinez. I trusted this man about as much as I trusted his boss inside. He was too confident, and his smirk hadn't left his face yet. I felt like he knew something I didn't. Slowly, he leaned back against the truck they rode in on, dropping his shotgun.

I hesitated, shifting awkwardly before I too lowered my weapon, Daryl after me.

"Maybe I should go inside." I spoke quietly to everyone, taking a small step towards the door.

"The governor thought it best if he talked to Rick alone." A smaller man said. He rode up with Martinez and Andrea and now he sat scribbling something in a notepad.

"Well Andrea's in there, so he's not exactly alone is he?" The man adjusted his glassed, pushing them up onto his face.

"She's unarmed, we don't let women carry." He said matter of factly. "Trust me, he's alone in there." His tone was demeaning and I licked my lips, wanting desperately to tear this man apart.

"And who the hell are you?" Daryl asked, pacing next to me. He was nervous, antsy, and I knew how he could get when he was anxious.

"Milton Manmet." The nerdy man replied quickly, barely looking up from his note pad.

"Great. He brought his butler." Daryl's words oozed sarcasm and I smirked at him, snorting lightly. Martinez chuckled, looking back at the man behind him, completely amused by Daryl's insult.

"I'm his advisor." Milton corrected him.

"What kind of advice?" Daryl asked. The man still continued to write in his notepad.

"Uh, you know I'm sorry. I don't feel like I need to explain myself to the henchmen." Melvin was growing tired of Daryl and his questions, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You better watch your mouth, sunshine." Daryl snapped at him, tensing. I put my arm across his chest as he took a step forward. Martinez sighed.

"If we're gonna stand here all day, pointing our guns at each other, I'd appreciate it if you took a page from your woman and shut your mouth." He said haughtily. Daryl jumped against my arm and I turned, pushing against him.

"WE DON'T NEED THIS!" I shouted. Daryl stopped in his tracks, still staring Martinez down. Martinez stood from his truck, seeming much taller and bigger than he just was. "If everything goes south in there, we'll be at each other throats soon enough!" Daryl stopped pushing against me, smacking his lips. He spared one more threatening glare for Martinez before he turned, walking away slowly.

"Wise decision." Martinez smiled at me. I glared at him.

"Shut the fuck up." I quipped at him, leaning against the hood of the car. He raised his eyebrow at me, shocked. "Common courtesy." I smiled sweetly, crossing my legs, eyeing them carefully.

There were footsteps behind me and I turned my head. Andrea walked out of the barn looking quite upset. Martinez slowly approached her, but she ignored, him, instead taking a seat on the woodpile next to the door. Martinez shrugged, crossing to the barn door, shutting it.

Again Martinez leaned awkwardly against their car. Everyone was silent, Andrea with her head in her hands. Daryl paced the length of the car next to me, and I had situated myself on the hood, bow placed lightly in my lap. Milton continued to write in his notepad and I cleared my throat.

"What are you writing?" Milton paused for a second, looking up at me, as did Martinez. Daryl stopped pacing beside me and I licked my lips, not looking away from Milton. "Its the apocalypse. What are you writing for?"

"Just because the world ended doesn't mean we should all be illiterate hicks." His words were very degrading. Daryl scoffed at him, stepping forward, but I looked at him, stopping him.

"I was just thinking I haven't done that much writing since my thesis in med school soo…" I looked at him coolly. Milton looked up at me slowly, saying nothing. I had one upped him and he didn't have a smart ass remark to come back at me with. Andrea snickered from where she sat and Martinez and Daryl both chuckled.

"It's a list of peaceful resolutions." I was shocked and I knew my face showed it. "There's no reason not to use this time we have together to explore the issues ourselves." Milton said slow, walking up to us.

"Boss said to sit tight and shut up." Martinez told him matter of factly.

"Don't you mean the Governor." Daryl interrupted him. Martinez glared at Daryl, a look that was returned.

"It's good they're sitting down, especially after what happened." Milton said confidently, looking back at me. "They're gonna work it out. Nobody wants another battle."

"I wouldn't exactly call it a battle." I said quietly, looking at him.

"I would call it a battle. And I did. I recorded it." Milton held up his notepad and I scoffed.

"For what?"

"Somebody's gotta keep a record of what we've been through." Milton nodded. "It'll be a part of our history."

"That makes sense." Hershel said stonily. Milton smiled tightly at him, walking over to him speaking quietly. There was snarling off to my right, back in the lot that Martinez's crew came from. I grabbed my bow, following Daryl quickly. I heard footsteps behind me and I knew Martinez had followed.

We rounded a corner and two walkers stood, slowly creeping after us. Daryl put down his weapon, pulling my arms down, and I looked at him confused.

"After you." He gestured to Martinez, pointing to the two walkers.

"No way. You first." Martinez said, eyeing him warily. I watched the walkers creeping closer, sharing a sigh with Andrea. The two of us brushed past them, Andrea getting the first one with her knife while I shot the second with my arrow.

"Really?" I muttered, turning to them both. "Can we set our egos aside please?" There were more walkers approaching us between the silos. Daryl and Martinez stared each other down for a moment more before Martinez walked forward, bat held high, smashing a walkers head in.

Martinez looked back at Daryl goading him on and Daryl's face flushed with rage. Not to be outdone he stepped forward, dropping a walker. He looked at Martinez, signaling it was his turn, and Martinez, twirled his bat fancily, smashing in another walker's head.

Andrea and I stood silently watching them. I shouldered my bow, crossing my arms across my chest. Andrea sighed heavily, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Good luck." She murmured, pointing at the two men who were full tilt into their pissing contest. I smirked at her and she began to walk back to the cars. Daryl shot another bolt, piercing one walker through the eye, embedding into the one behind it.

Martinez approached the final walker slowly, bat held high. Daryl pulled out his hunting knife throwing it past Martinez's head. It connected with the final walker with a sickening thud and it slumped to the ground heavily. The two men stared at each other quietly a look of mutual respect on their faces.

"Great, can we put our dicks away now?" I asked. They chuckled quietly and I pulled out my bow, brushing past them to sweep the rest of the yard. Daryl followed me, dropping to the first walker and checking his pockets.

"Look what he's got." I heard Daryl say quietly. I turned, he was holding up a pack of cigarettes. I shook my head, making my way back to them. Daryl placed one in his mouth, holding the pack out to Martinez.

"Nah, I prefer menthols." Maryinez said, leaning up against the pole behind him. Daryl looked at me, eyebrow raised and I shook my head. He knew me better than that. "The doctor doesn't smoke. Its bad for you." Martinez joked.

"Nurse. And you're right." I took a seat in the grass between the two. It grew quiet between us while Daryl smoked.

"You army or somethin?" Daryl asked finally, flipping his lighter one more time before putting it away.

"Nah, I just… I just hate these things." Martinez chuckled, looking down at his bat. "After what they did to my wife, kids." I swallowed, feeling for the man who stood next to me.

"Sucks." Daryl muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. Martinez nodded slowly, hitting the ground lightly with his bat.

"Thanks." He said sadly. We all remained quiet, only the sound of the cicadas could be heard. I picked at the grass next to me, pulling at the weedy flowers quietly and tying them together. I made a small crown, placing it on my head happily, in my own dream world. "You know this is a joke right?" I looked up at Martinez expectantly, squinting at him. "They aint gonna work anything out. Sure, they'll do their little dance, but tomorrow, the next day… They'll give the word."

"No, Rick is a good man, he wouldn't…" I tried to be positive, but the men looked down at me. It was then that I realized how naïve I was being. Rick was a good man, that I knew, but there was no peace in this war. There had to be a winner.

"Hey," Martinez gestured to Daryl's pocket and Daryl nodded, reaching in for the cigarettes he just put in there. Martinez took a cigarette quietly, putting it to his lips and brandishing his own lighter.

We made our way back a while later. The others were mingling amongst themselves quietly, but they all looked up as we approached. Andrea smirked at me and I shook my head at her. I had just resettled back into my spot on the hood of the car when the barn door opened.

The governor walked out, glaring at me and I raised my chin higher at him. I wasn't afraid of him, and he was missing an eye now to prove it. Rick exited after him, both of the men immediately getting into their waiting vehicles. I glanced at Daryl, jumping from the hood of the car and walking over to his bike.

It was quiet, no one spoke, and I frowned at Andrea. She shook her head slowly at me, walking over to the white truck, climbing in. Daryl got on the bike first and I followed him, wrapping my arms around his midsection, holding on to him tightly as he pulled out.

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