We left Glenn and Maggie at the prison, they decided it best to stay behind in case if The Governor and his men returned. We had been driving for a few minutes when we came across two of the Governors cars. I narrowed my eyes at the scene and Daryl tensed underneath me.

Slowly he pulled the motorcycle to a stop, Rick's and Michonne's truck stopping behind us. I hopped off the bike, not taking my eyes off of the sight before me. There were a few walkers around, casually feasting on the flesh of the corpses left behind. They didn't even look up at us.

I withdrew my knife, following Daryl as he drew his crossbow. The walkers were easily killed and I looked around at the bodies. They were The Governors men, I recognized most of them from the prison earlier. I stopped in front of the open truck, standing next to Daryl.

There was a thud behind us and I jumped, screaming outloud. Daryl held his bow up to the truck window, while I willed my heart to stop racing. It was a girl, and by the looks of her she wasn't a walker. Daryl threw open the door, while Rick and I both shoved our pistol's in her face. She didn't fight us as she stepped out, her hands held high.

Rick tossed her to me and I grabbed her elbow, drawing her hand behind her back forcefully. The woman cringed, but she still didn't fight.

"Where's your friends?" Rick asked quietly, glaring at her. The girl whimpered, her jaw quivering. I thought for a second about loosening my grip on her arm, but then thought better of it. Daryl and Michonne scanned the tree line, we were prepared for an ambush.

"They're on the ground dead!" She yelled at him, her voice breaking. I glanced at the dead bodies around us. Rick chuckled, shaking his head and looking at Daryl. Daryl shrugged.

"What's your name?" Rick asked quietly, his face still hard.

"K-Karen." She whimpered, again groaning from my elbow hold.

"What happened here, Karen?" The sheriff asked, a little friendlier this time. The woman looked back at me and Rick nodded. I let her go and she shook out her arm, grabbing her elbow.

"He fucking killed them!" She shouted, breaking into sobs. "He wanted to go back and we didn't! He fucking murdered all of them!" Rick paused and I shook my head. It was only a matter of time, I thought grimly. "The ones he didn't give a facial too chased me into the truck. That's where you found me." The woman had calmed down considerably and now she stared at her feet.

Rick pulled us all to the side, huddling together.

"What do we think?"

"Look around Rick, do we really have to have a huddle to figure out what happened?" I hissed, glancing back at the woman to make sure she wasn't playing any schemes. "There's no weapons, no Governor. I believe her."

"I do too…" Rick said finally after a moment. He glanced up at her. "Should we send her back to the prison?" I sighed, rubbing my face.

"I'll take her back, then I'll meet you back at Woodbury. I'll need your keys though." I told him. Rick nodded, fishing in his pocket for them and handing them over. The huddle broke and slowly we approached the woman. She trembled, from shock or fear I didn't know.

"We can take you back to the prison, you'll be safe there. Beau will make sure your cuts get treated." He pointed to her forehead. The woman nodded and I smiled at her quietly.

"Wh-what about you?" She asked, glancing at each of us.

"We're going to Woodbury. We're gonna finish this today." Rick told her without hesitation. The woman stood taller a look of realization coming over her face.

"I'm going with you." Karen said finally. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking over at Rick. He seemed shocked, but at the same time relieved. "I should have gone with Andrea the other day, she tried to warn me. He killed everyone I know, I'm going with you."

"Andrea?" Rick asked her. Karen nodded, confused. My mouth dropped open.

"She-She never made it?" Karen asked us. Slowly Rick shook his head. "She was heading out to warn you about his army. That was like… two days ago."

It was dark by the time we got to Woodbury. We ran in a tight formation, Karen practically ready to get there. She was angry and hurt, confused. I watched her warily, afraid of what she might do with the gun Rick gave her. We parked a few streets away, deciding it best to travel on foot the rest of the way.

A single shot rang out, the pot shattering next to Rick's foot. The sheriff immediately opened fire, and the rest of us followed his lead. I dropped behind the car, taking cover and changing my mag. Daryl reloaded as well, looking at me pointedly before turning around to fire again.

I waited for him to empty his clip before I turned, taking his pot on the line. The wall was pretty well fortified. Metal on bottom, rubber tires on top. It was going to eat so much ammo to even get through the barrier.

"Tyreese!" Karen during the momentary halt of gunfire. "It's me! Don't shoot!" Karen stood quietly and Rick pulled her to the ground. There was a long pause, my heart racing furiously.

"Karen?!" The voice on the wall called back. Karen's head snapped up, looking wildly at the barricade. "Karen are you okay?!" The voice called again.

"I'm fine!" She yelled, standing up and stepping away from Rick. She held her hands up quietly, approaching the wall

"Where's the Governor?!" Tyreese called back.

"He fired on everyone! He killed them all!" She told him, holding back a sob. I glanced over at Daryl who sat quietly next to me, his head leaned back against the car door. I took his hand in mine, squeezing it tightly. There was a long pause.

"Why are you with them?!"

"They saved me!" Karen told him. Another long pause and Rick looked at Daryl and I.

"We're coming out!" The sheriff called. Daryl shook his head at the man and Rick grimaced, standing slowly, putting his hand in the air. Daryl groaned, pulling me with him to the other side of the car.

"If this goes south, we run for that thicket." He gestured back to his right and I spared a quick glance, nodding. Daryl sighed, shaking his head again before raising his hand in the air. I followed his lead, letting my riffle dangle by its trigger guard. I didn't like this, and neither did he, but neither of us said a word, merely stared down the wall.

There was a loud click as the door in front of us open. I stopped, breathing heavily, until a single man and woman stepped out from behind the doors. I took a step towards Daryl and he sighed, his eyes never leaving them.

"What are you doing here?" the man, Tyreese, asked. His tone was surprisingly familiar and I glanced up at Rick.

"We were coming to finish this, until we saw what The Governor did." Rick told him quietly.

"He-He killed them?" Tyreese asked in almost disbelief. Rick nodded and Tyreese watched him sadly.

"Karen told us that Andrea hopped the wall, going for the prison. She never made it. She might be here." Rick paused, this time begging them. "Please, you have to let us look." After a long pause, Tyreese nodded, stepping to the side.

Even though The Governor was still missing, which definitely didn't put me anymore at ease, Tyreese led us the back way , back to where we found Glenn and Maggie a week before. I still wasn't sure if he believed us, but I took it as a good sign that he was leading us to where we wanted to go.

"The Governor held people here?!" Tyreese asked as we entered the old factory. I nodded at him, looking up at Daryl.

"He did more'n hold em." Daryl said dryly, checking the corner in front of us. he gave us the all clear and we continued. It was dark, but there was still enough light to see the metal door in front of us.

I gasped, looking down at the ground. It was wet, a deep red, and it was leaking from underneath the door. I stopped, backing up into Daryl as I did. He sighed, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, before taking a step in front of me, up to the door. Daryl held his rifle high as Rick reached for the lock.

The sheriff kicked the door open, and it slammed loudly against the wall behind it. In the center of the room sat a chair, and in front of that chair sat a body I recognized. It was Milton, and he was dead. I frowned, looking back at Tyreese and the woman I came to know as Sasha.

"Andrea!" Michonne suddenly said rushing into the room. Daryl and Rick rushed after her as she dropped to the ground next to a quivering heap.

"I tried to stop them…" She said shakily. I knelt next to her, feeling her forehead lightly.

"You're burning up." I told her, following her line of sight to Daryl. Andrea sighed, taking the large coat she was wearing and pulling back the collar. I whimpered, looking down at her neck. She had been bitten.

"Us. the rest of us." Rick corrected her. Andrea grinned again

"Are they alive?" Andrea asked. I stood slowly, biting back tears. Rick hesitated, looking back at us.

"Yeah, they're fine." Andrea sighed, relieved, before turning to Michonne, her old friend. Michonne sobbed quietly, the first time I'd ever seen her cry.

"It's good you found them…" Andrea told her. Michonne nodded, trying to smile, trying to be brave for Andrea. "No one can make it alone now…"

"I never could." Daryl said quietly, drawing me into his arms. I went to stand, but Andrea grabbed my hand tightly, studying it quietly.

"I'm happy for you…" She said quietly, looking over at Daryl's hand. "Both of you." She smiled up at him, tightly, weakly, giving my hand another firm squeeze. I kissed her hand, silently standing as Daryl hugged my from behind. "I just didn't want anyone to die…" Again she sighed. "I can do it myself…"

"No!" Michonne yelled.

"I have to, while I still can." Andrea reassured her friend. Michonne began to sob openly and I could no longer hold back the tears. I turned to Daryl, burying my face in his shirt. He held me tightly, rubbing my back. "Please…" Andrea begged Rick.

I could hear Rick slowly handing her his gun. Andrea took it gratefully, flipping it over in her hands.

"I'm not going anywhere." Michonne cooed. There was a long pause and I turned to look at Andrea again. She looked at each of us, her eyes settling finally on Rick.

"I tried." She told him. Rick nodded his hand, his shoulders shaking.

"I know…" He whispered quietly. Daryl ushered me from the room, and I let him lead me out into the hallway. The door creaked shut behind us and I sighed, frowning at Rick. His eyes were wet and he shook his head, looking pointedly at Tyreese and Sasha. They, too, started crying.

We waited for what felt like eternity in the dark hallway, standing by the door. The gunshot was quick, almost surreal, and it didn't fully sink in until I heard Michonne wailing from the other side of the door. Another one of my friends was gone.

Sorry for the long wait guys! I've been commisioned to work on this Manga so its taking up some of my time now :(