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Thirty-Nine

It took us just over two hours to get to Verlin's Feed and Seed Co but when we arrived I found it a wet dream of snipers nest and vantage points. Right across from the barn where Rick and the Governor were to have their meeting there was a grizzly looking abandoned storage shed with an open window looking straight into the shed across the clearing.

We kept ourselves hidden from any walkers in the area as we checked to see if the coast was clear. The last thing we needed was any walkers attacking us when we weren't even meant to be here.

Rick would probably kill me when he found out I was breaking his rules but I'd rather be safe than sorry. I trusted John as about as far as I could throw the fucker.

"How long do we have to wait?" Ebony questioned, watching me as I set up the Remington.

"Shouldn't be too long," I replied. I sat the Remington down on the floorboards and laydown to check the range on the scope-it was a little out but not so much that I was unable to work with it. "Watch the staircase, last thing I need is a walker taking a chunk out of me."

"I wouldn't let that happen," Ebony answered truthfully.

"Or one of John's douchenozzels catching us, that would literally be the worst day of my life," I sighed.

When I turned around, Ebony was looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "Really? That would be the worst day of your life? Never mind the deaths of millions of people of apocalyptic proportions?"

"Well it would be bad," I answered.

"I can think of something worse," Ebony answered, "you being eaten by a walker, me being eaten by a walker."

I shrugged nonchalantly. "That would be bad." I looked back out the scope and watched as Rick drove down the overgrown driveway with Daryl and Herschel in the car. "I feel like I should have Blue Danube Waltz by Strauss playing,"

"Some what?" Ebony asked me with a laugh.

"It's the epic music that plays in like every military movie when the cavalry arrives," I tried to explain.

"You're such a dork," Ebony sighed. "Blue Danube Waltz? Seriously, I don't even know what that is. Freak."

"You're calling me a freak?" I asked her. "The woman who defied the undead just to get some lingerie? And I'm the freak?"

Ebony nodded. "Yeah, I'm calling you a freak."

I shook my head and we watched as Rick got out of the truck and walk into the barn whilst Daryl and Herschel stayed outside. Ebony and I both waited, watching patiently as a second car arrived with Andrea inside. The blonde was with two other men that I didn't know but I think that Ebony would know.

"That's Milton and Martinez," Ebony informed me.

God I'm good.

Maybe I'm a prophet.

"So what's a Milton?" I asked her.

"He's like the Governor's advisor," Ebony answered. "He's studying the walkers, trying to find out what makes them tick, that sort of thing."

I went to answer when a third car pulled up, inside was John and Michael. "Fuck me," I mumbled. I felt uneasy, the Governor had to have been here already when we arrived which meant he knew that we were here.

"Sideways," Ebony added when she saw him. "Could my life get any worse?"

"Weren't you the one who told me a moment ago that the millions of people dying because of the apocalypse was like the single worst thing in this world right now?" I smirked.

Ebony shrugged. "That was different."

"How so?" I frowned.

"It happened five minutes ago," Ebony finished.

"Yes because that was so long ago," I snorted. "I love you babe."

"Ditto, doll," she grinned.

John and Michael approached Daryl, Herschel and the others. This made me feel a little uneasy the current situation, Daryl was only one man and Herschel was just a liability. Suddenly I didn't feel as bad for sneaking out.

Andrea suddenly stormed out of the barn, she looked pissed-I doubt she had been allowed to stay inside the meeting judging by the look on her face.

The two of us watched and waited as the meeting continued. Milton was scribbling something down in a notebook and talking with Herschel, Daryl and Martinez were staring at each other whilst John glared at Daryl. If looks could kill…

"Oh no," Ebony whispered. She tapped my shoulder and pointed to the left where a small heard of walkers stumbled out of the woods. There had to be at least twenty head.

"We'll watch and wait," I ordered.

Ebony didn't say anything.

The small group of men seemed to be doing a pretty good job at taking care of the walkers which was saving us for stepping in. That's when suddenly John pushed a walker straight into Daryl, knocking him to the ground.

"PJ!" Ebony gasped. "Do something!"

"Yes ma'am," I nodded. I grabbed my bow and without a second thought I jumped out the window, landing on the small tin roof that covered the doorway and firing an arrow at the walker. Daryl looked up, surprised to see me standing there with another arrow loaded.

Ebony struck a walker in the head with her machete and kicked it off the end of the blade. When Daryl saw her his face went from surprised to angry.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Daryl snapped.

"It's a good thing we were here," I argued back at him. "That son of a bitch threw a fucking walker at you!" I growled as I pointed at John who was looking smugly at Daryl.

Daryl punched John in the face before any more words could be said.

"Daryl!" Ebony squealed. "Daryl he's not worth it!" she tried to tell him as Daryl aimed his crossbow at John who lay on the ground laughing. "Daryl, he's not worth it!"

John laughed. "All's fair when it comes to the lovely ladies of the world," he smirked. "I just thought I'd tap her again once I taped you."

"You son of bitch!" Daryl spat.

"He's not worth it!" Ebony shouted again. She pulled Daryl away from John and let him get off the ground.

Just as John got to his feet, I punched him in the face, breaking his nose. "The words fucking moron don't even begin to describe it," I spat. "You fucking prick."

John smirked at Ebony causing Daryl to try for him again.

I pushed Daryl backwards as Ebony pulled him. "He's not fucking worth it," I warned Daryl. "Scum of the earth he is, no better than a walker."

Daryl growled at the two of us. "What the hell are you two even doing here?" he snapped.

"Skulking," I answered. "I am the night!"

Daryl glared at me. "Ebony you know better than to follow this idiot around like this!"

Ebony laughed. "PJ ain't never made me do nothing I don't wanna do," she told Daryl. "And you know…she's got that appeal being the night and all."

Daryl turned to me as I headed towards the barn. "It's daytime!" he snapped.

"Irrelevant!" I shouted back at him, a grin plastered all over my face.