Chapter Thirty

Summer's POV

The three of us pulled up to a giant store, it was probably a Walmart or something but it was hard to tell at this point because the sign had fallen off. Glenn grabbed the bolt cutters from the trunk and cut the chains off the door and went to open it. A huge group of bats flew out and startled us. We waited for them to clear out and walked into the store.

"Glenn get that duck!" Maggie said.

"What?" Glenn asked.

"Get that duck!" Maggie said again.

"You can't be serious," Glenn said.

"A kid growing up in a prison could use some toys," Maggie said.

"Amen to that," I said with a laugh.

The three of us piled as much food and clothing for everyone into baskets and grabbed almost all of the formula off the shelves and we brought the baskets back to the truck.

"And where is it you good people callin' home?" I heard a familiar voice say behind us.

"Merle?!" I said turning around.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here!" Merle said.

"You made it," Glenn said looking at Merle both terrified and dumbfounded.

"You tell me is my brother alive?" Merle said ignoring Glenn's comment.

"Yes," Glenn replied.

"How about you bring me to him and I tell ya what, I'll call it even about everything in Atlanta," he said.

"You stay here and we will bring him to you," Glenn said trying to negotiate with him, something I knew was never an option with Merle.

Merle shattered the back window of the truck and grabbed Maggie pointing a gun to her head. He yelled at us to get in the car and told Glenn to drive. Glenn tried to protest but Merle pulled the hammer back on the gun and Glenn climbed in the driver's seat while I climbed in the back. Merle shoved Maggie in the back seat next to me and climbed in the front seat next to Glenn and started to direct him.

"So, how's my little nephew doin', Sum?" Merle asked me.

"Oh he's just fine. Looks just like his daddy. Too bad for you, you're never gonna get ta meet him," I said through gritted teeth.

"Still bein' feisty with me after all these years, Sum?" he said.

"Always, dickwad," I replied.

He just laughed and went back to giving Glenn directions with the gun pressed firmly against Glenn's temple.

A few miles later we pulled over and were met with a group of men. Next thing I knew bags were being shoved over our heads and we were shoved into a vehicle. What felt like hours later we stopped and were being pulled out of the vehicle. I was lead somewhere and pushed into a chair. I felt my hands being tied to the arms and my legs being tied to the legs of the chair and the bag was pulled off my head. I was alone in a room and the man that tied me here closed the door as he exited the room. I wanted to scream but I knew it would do no good. I started crying, I couldn't help myself. I didn't want this to be the way I died. I had a feeling I wasn't going to be getting out of here. My heart was racing. I didn't even get to tell Daryl goodbye or I love him. I was starting to panic and hyperventilate. Eventually I heard voices outside and I calmed myself down enough to try and hear what they were saying. Eventually I heard Merle's voice right outside the door.

"Do what you want with those two, but don't you lay a finger on the blonde one. That's my sister-in-law and so help me God if you touch her you will have hell to pay," I heard him say.

That was the first time in my life that I was actually grateful for Merle being in my life. I never thought he actually cared. But for all I knew he didn't care about me and he was just doing this for Daryl's sake.

"How ya gonna get her to talk then," I heard another voice say.

"I know her, Martinez," I heard him say, "If she hears what's happeing to the other two, she'll cave. That's how she is."

"I only take orders from the Governor," another voice said, "not his lackeys."

The man who I'm assuming was the one talking came storming into the room and advanced toward me. I tried to lift my arms, momentarily forgetting they were tied down, and couldn't break them free of the ropes. The man was standing in my face just staring at me.

"You're a pretty one, aren't ya," he said and laughed.

I spit in his face and this clearly pissed him off and I instantly regretted doing it, but my temper was rising. He lifted his fist and punched me square in the jaw. Merle rushed into the room and ripped the guy off of me but he fought Merle off throwing him to the floor and got back up and punched me again. He hit me a few more times and Merle finally got him off of me and slammed the knife he had attached to his hand through the guys skull. The man fell to the floor with a thud.

"I told ya'll not ta touch her!" Merle shouted, "Anyone gonna try a stunt like that again!?"

Everyone stared at him in shock and walked away from the doorway to the room.

"You alright, sugar tits?" he asked and I knew he was using the crude nickname he had for me to try and get me to laugh or something.

I just started crying. He lifted my chin and looked at me.

"When your brother finds out," I said.

"I know," Merle replied.

He got up and walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. As soon as the door shut I started crying again. I heard Glenn getting slammed around and screaming and I started hyperventilating. There was nothing I could do to help him and Maggie and I was terrified for them. If I got out of this I would never forgive myself if they were killed and there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was wait everything out and hope for the best, which I was starting to feel like would never happen.

Daryl's POV

I walked into the area outside of the cellblock and saw a woman locked in one of the outside cells while Rick was standing there staring at her.

"Who is she?" I asked standing next to him.

"She was standing outside the gate with a basket of formula, she'd been shot," Rick replied," she won't talk."

"Maybe she'll talk if she's not locked up feeling like a prisoner," I suggested and Rick nodded.

Rick unlocked the cell door and the woman made her way out of the cell slowly, unsure if she could trust us.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Michonne," she replied simply.

"Where did you get the formula?" Rick asked her, clearly not in the mood for pleasantries.

"It was dropped by an Asian guy, a pretty brunette, and a short blonde girl," she said.

"What happened to them? Were they attacked?" Hershel said after hearing that sentence.

"Taken," Michonne said.

"Taken by who?" Rick said pressing down on her bullet wound.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" Michonne snapped.

"Taken by who!?" Rick asked again.

"The same son of a bitch who shot me," she replied through gritted teeth.

Rick and I stared at her waiting for an expliation.

"There's this town, Woodbury," she said, "run by this wolf in sheep's clothing, calls himself the Governor. He's a psycho. Makes everyone think he's the nicest man in the world but I can tell he's not right."

Hershel called the group together and we all discussed what to do about this Governor character. No one was sure what they wanted to do because we didn't want to lose this stability and possibly deal with a bigger threat than the walkers if this guy was anything like Michonne said. But I wasn't on board with sitting around doing nothing.

"There's no question. I'm going!" I said, "My wife is there! Maggie and Glenn are there! Those are our people!"

"I'm going too," Oscar said.

"Count me in," Axle agreed.

"It's settled then," Rick said, "Axle stay behind we need you here incase something happens. Daryl, Oscar you two will come with me."

"I'm going to," Michonne said, "You don't know how to get there and I have some unfinished business with that prick."

Rick nodded and we started to get everything we needed together to storm Woodbury.