Glancing over, I saw the stranger watching us from her cell. Her face appeared to show... Something resembling sadness. Looking back at the others, I saw Rick squeezing by Carol. He nodded to Daryl, who let go of my hand. Daryl grabbed up his crossbow, and Rick turned to look at us. For a moment, he seemed to be running something over in his head, his eyes questioning.
"Hershel, Spencer... I might need you two." The sheriff finally spoke, and we followed behind him toward the stranger.
"Why me?" I asked quietly, looking over at Hershel.
"Because it's time you learn a thing or two more in the medical field." Hershel teased, and I scoffed lightly.
"And having another woman around might help us." Rick spoke from ahead. Thinking about it, it did make sense. We walked over to the cell, Daryl unlocking the iron door, and we stepped through. The woman was sitting as we walked up, and I hung back a bit, watching Rick. "We can tend to that wound for you. Give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way. But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us... And why you were carryin' formula."
"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy." She said quietly, though her voice was strong. "With a pretty girl." Glenn and Maggie... Oh, God... My head was reeling.
"What happened?" Rick asked her, and I suddenly was afraid to hear the answer.
"Were they attacked?" Hershel asked.
"They were taken." She informed, looking up at us.
"Taken? By who?" Officer Friendly asked.
"By the same son of a bitch who shot me." She growled, her face hardening.
"Hey, these are our people..." Rick leaned closer to her. "You tell us what happened, now!" He grabbed her wounded leg, causing her to jump up from the table she was sitting on.
"Don't you ever touch me again!" The stranger warned, her face angry.
"Better start talkin'." Daryl demanded, his crossbow aimed at her face. "You're gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound."
"Find 'em yourself." She challenged, her face serious.
"Sh, sh, sh, sh, put it down." Rick pushed Daryl's crossbow down gently. He walked the few steps to stand directly in front of her. "You came here for a reason." She was quiet for a moment, glancing down, before looking back up at Rick.
"There's a town." The woman said quietly. "Woodbury. About seventy-five survivors, I think they were taken there."
"A whole town?" Rick asked, and I wondered if Glenn and Maggie were safe.
"It's run by this guy, calls himself the Governor." There was nothing but hate in her voice. "Pretty boy, charming. Jim Jones type."
"He got muscle?" Daryl asked.
"Pair of military wanna be's." She replied. "They have armed centuries on every wall."
"You know a way in?" Rick asked. It felt like we were playing twenty questions or clue.
"Place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through." The stranger explained. Rick huffed out a worried chuckle, before his face grew serious again.
"How'd you know how to get here?" He asked yet another question.
"They mentioned a prison. Said what direction it was in, said it was a straight shot." She replied.
"This is Hershel. The father of the girl who was taken. That's Spencer, they'll take care of that." Rick pointed at her leg, before looking at Daryl. The two men walked away, and I stepped over to Hershel.
"First thing's first... It needs to be cleaned." Hershel looked at me. "But you already knew that."
"Think I might've guessed, yea." I teased, but I wasn't feeling it. Hershel and I worked quietly. He did most of the work, I only stepped in when he asked me to do something. He explained little things here and there, but I was mostly just there to watch and learn. He was sewing up her leg, and she was holding it together fairly well. I knew it had to be painful.
Carl had come into the room, watching us work. Rick had more than likely sent him, just as a precaution. I glanced at him, shooting him a little smile. His face didn't break, except a tiny tug upwards of his lips. His hand was by his gun, ready to pull it if need be. I wasn't worried, though. The woman didn't seem like she wanted to harm anyone. She was tough, but not mean.
"Thank you." She said roughly as Hershel finished.
"Spence." I heard Daryl's voice, and I pushed myself up off the table I was leaned against.
"Yea?" I asked, walking over to him. He nodded for me to follow, and he shut the door behind me as we left the room.
"We're goin' after Glenn and Maggie." Daryl informed.
"Count me in." I said surely, but Daryl reached out, touching my face.
"Maybe it's best you stay." His voice was gruff.
"Hell no. Hell. No." I backed away. "Imma good shot, Glenn and Maggie... They're my friends. They're family. I ain't stayin'."
"Figured you'd argue me down." Daryl stepped back from me, turning to leave the block. "Let's go, then." I followed him without a word, and we gathered up supplies. I made sure I had a few extra rounds of ammunition, my knife, and my mag light. Walking behind Daryl, he opened the trunk of one of our vehicles, loading it up. "I got the flash bangs, I got the tear gas. Never know what you're gonna need." Daryl put his vest on, and I saw Carl walking up with a bag.
"More goodies." I joked, and Carl raised an eyebrow.
"Ay!" Daryl grunted, taking the bag from Carl, and loading it into the car. "Hey, don't you worry about your old man. Imma keep my eye on him." Daryl patted Carl on the back, and we continued loading up the car.
"Could start a war." I said quietly, looking over at Daryl.
"Could." He agreed, handing over an assault rifle.
"We gotta get them back." I pushed another bag into the trunk, before turning and leaning against the car. Rick and Carl were across from us at a distance, talking.
"Hey." Daryl stepped over to me, his eyes watching mine. "That's what we're goin' to do." I shook my head in agreement, trying not to think of the negatives.
"Sis?" Sam's voice caught me off guard, and Daryl backed away from me, giving us some space. Sam walked over and gave me a concerned look. "You really gotta go?"
"They'd do it for me." I replied without hesitating.
"Guess they would, huh?" Sam nodded, leaning against the car with me. "I'm goin'."
"But what about here? They need someone here to-"
"I'm goin'." Sam cut me off.
"What about Katherine?" I asked, my voice on the verge of hate.
"What about her?" Sam asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Beth could set her straight."
"You're an idiot." I managed a laugh, and he grinned.
"I ain't lettin' my baby sister run off on a rescue mission, while I stay home and watch the kids. Just not gonna happen." Sam shook his head.
"Big brothers." I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile.
"It's what I do." He mumbled, looking over at Rick and Carl. "Man, that kid's tough."
"Tough's an understatement, in my opinion." I watched as Rick started to walk back towards us, Carl beside him. Rick didn't have to say anything, we knew it was time to go.
"Bring them back." Hershel said, and Rick nodded as he opened the door to get into the car. I squeezed into the front seat awkwardly with Daryl, who pulled me half onto his lap. Rick cast us a sideways glance, the hint of a smile in his eyes. I stuck out my tongue, and he chuckled, causing Daryl to look at me in confusion.
The ride was strangely comfortable. I felt closer to Daryl than I had been in a while, pressed against him in the seat. Sam and Oscar were quiet in the back, Michonne spitting out directions every once in a while. She had finally told us her name, and I was beginning to like her already. Though quiet, she had something about her I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was a good thing, I just wasn't sure what.
At her direction, Rick began slowing the car to a stop. Rick and Daryl glanced around before opening their doors, the back seat riders following. I climbed out, and Daryl was right behind me. We headed for the trunk, opening it to get our supplies out. Making sure my gun and knife were secure, I grabbed my little back pack I had packed full of things I thought I could use, and slung it onto my shoulder. Wiggling my other arm into the second strap, and I looked at Rick. Daryl secured my assault rifle onto my shoulder, his hands tickling my skin.
"They have patrols." Michonne said. "We're better off on foot."
"How far?" Rick asked, heading for the trunk. "Night's coming."
"It's a mile. Maybe two." She replied, and we ignored a walker heading our way, cutting into the woods. Michonne led the way, and I was not far behind her, Sam at my side. Rick and Daryl were bringing up the rear. Glancing over at Sam, I sighed.
"What?" He asked quietly.
"Worried." I admitted, as we kept walking through the woods.
"They'll be just fine when we get there." Sam nodded, his face sure.
"Sure do hope-" I was on the verge of saying "so", when a loud snarl interrupted me.
"Rick.." I heard Daryl whisper.
"Down!" Rick whispered harshly, and I knelt down where I stood. Walkers were coming towards us, and from the looks of it, we were outnumbered. "Formation, no gunfire." Rick attacked, killing the first one. I grabbed my big hunting knife, and jumped forward, stabbing a walker in the head. Pulling my knife back hard, I backed away. Walking backwards, I kept my eyes on the walkers closing in.
"There's so many of 'em!" I heard Daryl's voice behind me.
"This way!" Rick led us through a clear area, where the walkers hadn't closed the gap. We ran through the woods, and I felt a hand on my lower back, pushing me along. Daryl was at my side, like always. Through the woods, I saw something ahead, it favored a small cabin. "In there, come on!" Rick ran for it and we followed. He slung the door open and we piled inside. An awful stench hit my nose, the smell of rotting flesh. Dead meat... I gagged quietly.
"Get the door!" Rick instructed, and Michonne shut it quickly. "Keep it down, keep it down."
"What's that smell? It's loud!" Daryl fussed, covering his face with his hand.
"I'm gonna puke." I shook my head, trying to breathe through my mouth instead of my nose. Daryl and Rick moved forward, trying to find whatever it was that was producing the smell. The last thing we needed was to be trapped in the building with a walker.
"What the hell is that?" I heard Oscar ask, as I stepped toward the guys.
"It's gotta be a fox... Or what's left of one." Daryl mumbled, shining his light on the dead thing. It was a dead dog. I turned my head quickly, trying not to look. "Guess Lassie went home."
BAM! BAM! The door began to rattle as walkers smashed against it. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, and I glanced at Daryl, who was looking back at the door. Any day now, y'all... The noise was growing louder and I knew it wouldn't be too long before they tore down the wooden door. Their snarls and growls were loud from the other side, letting us know they were hungry.
I heard Rick make a noise to snag Daryl's attention, and I turned to see what he was looking at. There was something with a blanket thrown over it, and the guys began walking towards it. Rick had his flash light beam on the cover, as they crept forward quietly. Every muscle in my body was ready, ready for something to spring out from under the covers and try to eat us all. The other thought that crossed my mind was a suicide. Maybe it was the decayed body of someone who opted out... Rick grabbed the cover and pulled it off. I gaped in shock for a moment.
"AH! Who the hell are you?!" A man jumped up, staring at us as if we were crazy.
"Look, we don't mean any harm.." Rick was trying to whisper.
"Get outta my house!" The man was practically yelling.
"Okay, okay, we will!" Rick assured. "But we can't right now."
"NOW!" He yelled again.
"Shut him up!" Michonne hissed.
"Shut up, you're ringin' the damn dinner bell!" I growled.
"Get out!" The man ignored us. "RIGHT. NOW!"
"There are walkers outside!" Rick tried again.
"Or I'll call the cops!" He threatened. This dude serious?
"Uhh..." I glanced at Daryl.
"I am a cop." Rick said calmly, and I looked back at the man. Rick began lowering his weapons. "Now, I need you to lower the gun. Don't do anything rash. Everything's fine. Let's just...let's just take this nice and slow. Okay? Look at me. Hey, hey.." Rick had his hands up, and the man pumped the shot gun in the sheriff's face.
"Show me your badge! Huh?" The stranger demanded.
"It's in my pocket." Rick was still quite calm. "It's in my pocket. I'm just gonna reach down, nice and slow.." He began reaching down, when suddenly, he grabbed the muzzle of the gun. Pushing it away, a shot rang out, and I was deaf for a moment. I saw Daryl recovering from the dodge he had to make, and Rick was wrestling the man.
"Let go of me! I'll kill you, you... Let go of me!" The man was yelling.
"Shut up! Shut up!" Rick yelled, and suddenly he cried out, letting the man go. The guy bit him!
"Help!" The man was running away towards the door. Oh, shit... Oh, shit.. I reached for my gun.
"Don't open that door!" Rick called, but just before the man could reach the door, Michonne swiftly thrust her sword through the man's shoulder. He fell to the ground. Daryl and I ran over to the door, seeing the walkers were tearing at the wood.
"Remember the Alamo?" Daryl mumbled with slight sarcasm, and I wanted to laugh, despite the horrible situation we had gotten into.
"Here," Rick waved Daryl over, "help me with him. Door."
"You gotta be kiddin'." Oscar sounded disgusted.
"He's dead." Rick's voice was firm, no time for arguments. "Check the back!"
"It's clear!" Oscar confirmed.
"One, two.. Three!" They burst through the front door with the man's body, and shut it quickly. I waited for Daryl, who had just shut the door.
"Go, go!" He grabbed my arm, pulling me with him toward the back door. We ran past the feeding frenzy quietly, and I didn't realize I was holding my breath until we were away from the cabin. Sighing, I took a deep breath, and slowed my pace to a walk.
What did we do... I tried not to think about the man and what had happened. He was out of his mind, clearly. I wondered how he had survived that long, it didn't make sense. Yelling about calling the cops, telling us to get out of his house, when you could clearly hear the walkers outside of the door. The man had to have been in some sort of state, mentally unstable. Maybe because of the world going to shit... Still, I didn't understand how he had made it this far.
The sky was darkening as we walked along quietly, Michonne leading the way. Kicking at the ground as we walked, my gut wrenched, and I hoped that we weren't too late. Michonne didn't seem to be the over dramatic type, in fact, she seemed to be really tough. So, whatever was in store for us, it wasn't going to be easy. And I worried.
"We're here." Michonne whispered. "Follow me." We came upon abandoned vehicles strewn about, and Michonne waved us to keep following her. Daryl and I were bringing up the rear, keeping our eyes on everything around us. I listened hard, keeping on my toes for any noise that could be a threat. Walker or human.
We rounded another car, and there was a decent size wall. I could see the glow of fire from the other side, lighting the town. Michonne pointed up and to the right, and my eyes followed her finger to a man standing guard. To be on guard, he didn't seem to be paying very much attention to what was going on around him. Maybe we were just that much more stealthier. Two other men were on the wall patrolling, and I noticed one leaving.
We sat crouched behind a car, scouting the wall. My eyes drifted around the area, and it was strangely quiet. The men on the wall looked as if they didn't have a care in the world. Just standing around waiting, waiting for a stray walker or something to come along. Taking them as stupid, a noise behind me caused me to whirl on my feet, still crouching. Michonne disappeared back the way we had come from, into the darkness.
"Hey! Hey!" Rick whispered, but she was gone. "Dammit! All right, we need to down size."
"Ain't no way we're gonna check in all them buildin's.. Not with all them guards there." Daryl looked back up at the wall. A noise made us all turn, only to see Michonne point for us to follow her. My heart was pounding, and I shot her a glare for scaring the shit out of me.
"All right, let's go." Rick breathed. Keeping low, I followed behind Oscar and Sam, Michonne leading us. It was almost like a maze, so many stranded vehicles. She led us in through a small fenced area, and after looking around, we sprinted toward a building. Once through the small back door, we crept along the inside, jars of weird stuff on shelves catching my attention. I didn't like it in this place. Not at all.
"This is where you were held?" Rick asked, as we moved quickly through the dark room.
"I was questioned." Michonne corrected.
"Any idea where else they could be?" The sheriff asked, and I saw Daryl ahead by what looked to be a sheet hanging in a door way. The shadow of light danced from the other side, and Daryl lifted it a little, taking a peek.
"Thought you said there was a curfew." Daryl looked back at Michonne.
"The street is packed during the day, those are stragglers." She replied surely.
"If anyone comes in here, we're sittin' ducks, we gotta move." Rick instructed.
"They could be in his apartment." Michonne said quietly.
"And that's how far away?" I asked, feeling dread again.
"Yea? And what if they ain't?" Daryl was beginning to get impatient.
"Then we'll look somewhere else." Her voice was coated with annoyance.
"You said you could help us." Rick was sounded strained.
"I'm doin' what I can." She argued.
"Then, where they hell are they?" Oscar fussed.
"Hey!" Rick whispered, catching Daryl's eye. Oscar and Daryl walked over to Rick, followed by Sam. I stayed with Michonne.
Knock, knock, knock. I never knew Daryl could move so fast, but he had me in his arms, ducked down behind a shelf before the door opened. A man's voice broke the silence. "I know you're in here! I saw you movin' from outside. All right now, you're not s'posed to be in here, and you know it! Who's in here?" The man walked toward the curtain, and Rick jumped out, grabbing him.
"Shut up, get on your knees!" Rick dropped the man to the floor. "Hands behind your back. Zip tie him! Where are our people?"
"I dunno!" The man looked terrified.
"You are holdin' some of our people, where the hell are they?" Rick demanded, his gun in the man's face.
"I dunno!" The look on his face said he was telling the truth, he truly looked as if he had no idea what we were talking about, but he wished he did.
"Open your mouth." Rick instructed. He gagged the man, who began trying to cry out. Daryl quickly knocked him a good one on the head with his crossbow, the man falling over unconscious. We were preparing to try the door in front of us, when gunfire rang out in another building, and I could hear yelling through the walls.
Rick opened the door to the streets, and people were scurrying around like mice, taking cover. Snaking our way through the street, we came across another door, Michonne pointing for us to try it. It led us down into some halls, and Rick took the lead. He stopped, then continued on after the person passed. The halls were like a maze, but a voice stopped us, and we listened.
"On your feet, move! Come on, let's go!" A voice said sternly from the other side of the wall.
"Shit!" Rick growled, and I pulled my gun. Rick and Daryl grabbed the flash bang, pulling the pin and throwing them at the oncoming people.
BANG! The noise was like a gun shot in the small enclosed area, and smoke began filling the room. The strangers were yelling, and I saw Glenn, Maggie behind him. Rick grabbed Glenn, and I snagged Maggie by the shirt, pulling them forward. Just as we reached the hall, I could hear gun shots ringing out from behind us. I looked back to make sure Daryl was still behind me.
"Go!" He whispered, and I ran, following the others. Leaving the maze of halls, we reached the streets again. The gunfire must have alerted everyone and their mother, because people were running inside, disappearing from the streets. Stragglers were scurrying to their homes, and we sprinted through the street into covered areas. Using crevices and awnings to hide in between buildings, we slowly began trying to make our way back the direction we came.
We reached the room we had zip tied the man in, who was now gone. Glenn fell to the floor, Maggie at his side, and I heard a door shut from behind me. Looking around, I noticed we were missing someone. Michonne had stepped out, shutting the door behind her. I wasn't sure what she was planning, but I didn't care. Obviously, she had some sort of unfinished business here, but I wanted no part of it.
"Ain't no way out back here!" Daryl confirmed, and I looked down at Glenn, really seeing him for the first time. He was bleeding and bruised, his eye swollen. Bruises lined his face, and he was breathing hard.
"Rick, how did you find us?" Maggie asked, looking up.
"How bad are you hurt?" Rick asked Glenn, ignoring Maggie's question.
"Ehh, I'll be all right." Glenn said, though his voice told a different story.
"Where's that woman?" Maggie asked, her face full of panic.
"She was right behind us." Rick looked out of the hanging blankets.
"She went out the door." I said calmly.
"Maybe she was spying." Oscar spoke up.
"You want me to go look for her?" Daryl asked, his crossbow in hand.
"No, we gotta get him outta here." He pointed at Glenn. "She's on her own."
"Daryl!" Glenn called from the floor. "This was Merle. It was... He did this."
"You saw him?" Rick asked, looking down at Glenn.
"Face to face... He threw a walker at me." Glenn explained, as Maggie helped him put on a shirt. "He was gonna execute us."
"S-S-So, my brother's this Governor?" Daryl stepped forward, his voice caught somewhere between disbelief and anger. Oh, damn...
"No, he's somebody else. You-your brother's just a Lieutenant or somethin'." Maggie explained.
"Does he know I'm still with you?" Daryl asked, staring down at them.
"He does now." Glenn mumbled. "Rick, I'm sorry, we told them where the prison was. We couldn't hold out."
"No," Rick held his arm out to Glenn, "no need to apologize." He patted Glenn's knee before standing and looking out of the curtained blankets again.
"They're gonna be lookin' for us." Maggie was anxious.
"We have to get back." Rick agreed, standing. "Can you walk? We gotta car a few miles down."
"I'm good." Glenn allowed Maggie and Rick to help him to his feet.
"Hey, if Merle's around, I-I need to see him!" Daryl stepped forward, worry on his face.
"Not now, we're in hostile territory!" Rick argued.
"He's my brother, he ain't gonna try-" Daryl's face was weak in that moment, and Rick cut him off.
"Look at what he did! We gotta get outta here, now!" Rick said sternly.
"Maybe I can talk to him, maybe I can work somethin' out!" Daryl tried again.
"No, no, no.. You're not thinkin' straight. Look, no matter what they say, they're hurt. Glenn can barely walk, how are we gonna make it out? If we get overrun by walkers, if this Governor catches up to us, I need you... Are you with me?" Rick was close to Daryl, and the two stared at each other for a moment.
"Yea." Daryl replied quietly, and I walked over to him.
"We'll get him." I whispered, touching his face. He jerked away and followed behind Rick.
"On three, stay tight.. One, two, three!" Rick whispered. We left the room, and once out of the doorway, Daryl threw another flash bang. It hit the pavement and rolled a little, before smoke began to spew from both ends. "Let's go."
We left the doorway and headed toward the wall. Yelling was followed by gunfire, and I raised my gun. Running through the smoke, I looked up at the wall and aimed my gun at a figure. He was shooting at Rick, and I had plenty of time. Taking the shot, he dropped and fell over the side of the wall. I heard gunfire from every direction, but I lost sight of the others for a moment in the smoke.
"Behind you!" Daryl's gruff voice gave me some direction, and I kept running through the smoke, taking shots I knew I couldn't miss. I heard Rick yelling to take cover, as we ran to the other side of the street, Daryl taking a few more shots before ducking into the space.
"How many? I didn't see!"
"Don't matter, it's gone be more of 'em! We need to move!" Daryl never looked up as he reloaded his gun.
"Any grenades left?" Rick yelled.
"Uh, huh!" Daryl nodded, digging for one.
"Get 'em ready, we gotta-" I heard a loud gun shot, closer than I had expected, and I stood. Peeking around the corner, I ignored Rick, seeing a guy coming too close firing his gun. Aiming quickly, I popped him in the head, and he dropped.
"SPENCER!" Daryl yelled at me, and Maggie followed my lead, reaching around me. She popped off two more shots, before ducking back beside me. "You guys go ahead, Imma lay down some cover fire."
"No! We gotta stay together!" Maggie argued.
"It's too hairy, I'll be right behind you." Daryl argued, and I nodded.
"I'll hang back, too." I said, as Maggie reached around me again firing twice.
"Ready?" Daryl asked, stepping out and throwing the flash bang. The yelling and gunfire started again as the smoke thickened. I could hear Rick and Maggie yelling as we ran. I hung back, shooting at everything that moved beyond the smoke cloud. Feeling a hand push my back, I ran forward toward the others, sure that Daryl was behind me.
"THIS WAY!" I heard Rick call, and I ran towards his shadow. We reached a bus, and Oscar climbed up, reaching down to help us. He had Glenn up on the hood of the bus, and just as he was lifting him up, I saw blood fly from his side. Glenn was on the top of the bus, and Oscar fell onto the ground.
"MAGGIE!" I heard Glenn from above.
"RICK! RICK!" Maggie yelled, and I grabbed her arm. We stood, and she aimed her gun at Oscar's head, before looking away and pulling the trigger.
"GO! I'll cover you!" I yelled over the gunfire. I twisted the assault rifle I had slung over my shoulder, and pulled it around my side. Aiming at the men I could see clearly, I began firing as Maggie climbed the hood.
"COME ON!" She yelled, and I reached up, handing her the gun. She began firing as I climbed quickly, and we pulled ourselves onto the top of the bus.
"DARYL!" Rick was climbing the hood, and I grabbed the assault rifle, covering him.
"GO!" I heard Daryl yell, and I crouched on the bus roof, shooting into the town's streets.
"SPENCE, COME ON!" Rick pulled me down, forcing me to climb down the other side. I couldn't see Daryl anymore, and I didn't see him coming toward the bus before Rick pulled me away.
"LEMME GO!" I snarled, but Rick held the back of my shirt tight.
"Spencer!" He growled, and I jerked away, running back toward the bus. Rick grabbed me from behind, holding me tight. "STOP!"
"WHERE IS HE?" I screamed, and Rick let me go, whirling me around.
"He's comin', he's comin'..." Rick and I waited for a moment, the gunfire still loud. I was completely still, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. My eyes were on the top of the bus, but Daryl never appeared. "Shit.." Rick pulled me away from the bus by my arm.
"NO!" I tried to fight, but Rick's grasp was strong as he led me away from the bus. We were back to where we had first spied on the wall with Michonne, and Rick pulled me down by the car.
"Get down!" He instructed to the others. Glenn was lying on the ground, Maggie at his side. I could see light flashing around, they were spotting for us. "Come on, Daryl.." Noise behind us made my heart leap, and I expected to see Daryl. Instead, Michonne crawled out from under the train car.
"Where the hell were you?" Rick growled, cocking the hammer on his gun, as she stood. "Put your hands up... Turn around. Turn around!" Michonne did as she was told, turning. Rick took her sword, and lowered his gun, facing her. "Get what you came for?"
"Where are the rest of your people?" Michonne asked quietly.
"They got Oscar!" Glenn growled.
"Daryl's missing, you didn't see him?" Maggie asked, her gun still raised.
"He was right behind us, now he ain't nowhere to be found!" I was panicking. She shook her head.
"If anything happens to him-" Rick started.
"I brought you here. To save them." She said calmly.
"Thanks for the help." Rick was trying to keep his cool.
"You'll need help. To get them back to the prison." Her voice wasn't so hard anymore... It was softer. "Or to go back in there for Daryl. Either way, you need me."
"She's right. Now, let's go get him." I started to walk toward the fence.
"WHOA!" Rick snarled out a whispered growl. "We're doin' this smart, you got that?"
"Smart, right." My jaw clenched, as I fought the urge to lift my assault rifle and shoot every person on the wall.
"This way." Michonne waved us to follow her again.
"Great." I huffed, following behind her. "Hopefully we ain't gonna end up like we did last time."
"Let's just find him, okay? Michonne, take Glenn back to the car." Rick growled, and Michonne glared at me for a moment. I glared back, before she turned and began walking away.
"I'm going." Glenn argued.
"No you're not, we are." Rick said sternly, not giving Glenn another minute to argue. Following Rick, we crept through the outside walls. After stalking around the town, Rick stopped at a big garbage bin, and I could hear a man speaking.
"It was you! You lied, betrayed us all!" The man was talking loudly. "This.. Is one of the terrorists." I looked around the corner in the dark, seeing people crowded around a ring. Merle was standing in the ring, guys around him. A man with a bandage over his face was looking at someone they were pushing into the ring. Even with a cloth bag over his head, I knew who it was.
"Goddammit." I muttered, lurching forward.
"Wait!" Rick hissed in a whisper, grabbing my arm. "Smart.."
"Spencer, give it a minute." Sam warned. I turned to look back at the ring.
"Huh..." The man continued speaking. "Merle's own brother!" He ripped the cloth off, revealing Daryl. The two brothers stared at each other, and I nearly lost my will to stay hidden. "What should we do with them? Huh?"
"Kill 'em! Kill them!" The crowd began to respond to his question.
"What?" The man, who I figured by now to be the Governor, looked around. Raising his arms, he nodded.
"Kill them! Kill 'em!" People yelled from all around. I saw the Governor walk over and say something to Merle, but I couldn't hear his words. The town's people kept yelling obscene things. The torches burned, casting eerie shadows along the ground. I couldn't take my eyes away from what was happening in front of me. I was ready to start a riot, when some girl ran out from the crowd. I couldn't get a good look at her, a guy jamming a gun at her blocked my view. One against the crowd...
"I asked you where your loyalties lie." The Governor pointed at Merle. "You said here. Well prove it. Prove it to us all. Brother against brother... Winner goes free. Fight..to the death."
I really hate the Governor. He's such an ass. Well, this chapter was pretty long, I had a lot to cover ! Spencer ain't about to leave her man, no sir ! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter, and hopefully I can get another in today ! I'm trying to bounce between this one and 'Torn' fairly even, so maybe I can get 2 more up today. That's what I'm hoping for, anyway.
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