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Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

"Thanks for understanding, Daryl." Rick nodded at him. "See you guys back at the prison." He led Jan back to the car, knowing no one should ever drive alone anymore. Lara nodded, accepting her responsibility with a determined smile. She was happy to hear Janet say she trusted her. That was a big step in the right direction. If Janet trusted her, it wouldn't be long before Rick did. This all provided he didn't already trust her. "Me too." Andrea had caught the last bit of Milton's conversation with himself. "He's going to get everyone killed."

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

-Laughs- I totally agree.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Rick looked at Jan, confused a little bit. He didn't know what odd behavior she meant. He had opened up, but was that really strange? Maybe it was. But really, he just trusted her. He felt like he could be truly honest with her. And he acted on that feeling. He hoped it didn't come across as weakness. He was by no means weak. He was just human with feelings and emotions just like anyone else. He shook his head to clear it a little bit. "I'm fine." He smiled at her. Then he faced Lara and Daryl. "Daryl, I need you to stay at the prison and make sure things stay calm while I'm out. Lara, I'm thinking about taking you because I'm sure you know the place better than we do." He thought about the second part. Did he trust her enough for that? For all he knew, she could be the very reason Sam had been kidnapped. "Or Michonne." He knew the Governor probably wanted Michonne, but she was probably his best choice. He was undecided about it, but he as sure he'd know by the time they got back to the prison. Lara nodded at Rick. This wasn't a game anymore. If he decided to take her with him, she would definitely prove herself. She would finally be a part of the group. A member of the team. Team Rick. She had to stop herself from giggling at the thought of everyone in the prison wearing matching T-shirts with the words Team Rick plastered to the front. There was a knock on the door and then it opened as Martinez let himself in. "Doc's ready for ya." He looked at Andrea and pointed his thumb behind him. Andrea glared at him before getting up and walking out. He gave her a dirty grin and she flipped him the bird. That asswipe. If the Governor was God, Martinez thought he was fucking Jesus. "She's a major pain in the ass." Merle said, not looking up. He was using the tip of his blade to pick the dirt out from underneath his fingernails. "Could use a slap or two. The bitch is just as nuts as the rest of 'em."

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

"I'd say that's fair. I think we all want that son of a bitch dead." Rick said, as they broke through the trees. He could see that, since they had left, Daryl had come to and was now on his feet. Which was good. Lara seemed to be helping him stay there. "Let's go back and try not to make a big deal about it once we're there. We don't want everyone thinking they have to get in on it." Lara gave Janet and Rick a sad smile as they came to meet she and Daryl. She was glad to see they were safe. "Any lead?" She was sure she knew exactly where to go with this. She was almost one hundred percent certain it had been the Governor. Andrea had the feeling that the Governor's request to aid Milton was just a way to keep her busy and to keep tabs on her. God, did she feel untrusted and useless. She just wanted out. She wanted to be back with Rick and his group without the threat of the Governor constantly hanging over over her. Over her friends. "Hey man. I only make half of the rules. This is not one of them." Martinez got up and headed for the door. "Governor's orders. Oh, and you might want to pretend like you need her help. That will make it easier to fake it."

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Alrighty. Sounds good. I think it's movie time for me anyways.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Yeah. Besides, when Daryl said he wanted him to go back to the prison, he said that he thought no one there would ever forgive him for the things he did.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Rick stopped walking to meet her gaze. His eyes were red from stress and dried tears. "I know I can't stop you. So, to protect you, I'm going instead of refusing to let you go. It's too risky this time. I lost a lot already and I'm not ready to lose you too." He was being honest. Sure, it was uncharacteristic for him to open up like this, but he didn't want to lie. He couldn't lie. Not to her. It wouldn't be fair to either of them. Lara gave Daryl a sad smile. He was right, but there was nothing they could do about if from here and especially not in this condition. "Yeah. Yeah we do." Martinez hunted Milton down and found him laboring away on some useless project in his lab. "Hey, Doc. Listen up." He perched himself on Milton's desk. "The Governor wants you to look after Blondy. Don't tell her that's what you're doing. Got it?" Andrea didn't answer. She just looked at him with little emotion. She was going to win this. Tyreese looked at Carol knowing she was just as worried as he was. "Nope. Not even one of 'em." He looked back out at the trees. "Suppose it's kinda good. It means they're at least together, wherever they are." "That won't do them any good if they're dead." Carol said, speaking her worst fears. She imagined Daryl lying in a pool of blood with Walkers chewing on his limbs. She shuddered. "If they don't return in the next hour, I'm taking Glenn and Maggie to look for them. I want you to come with us." Tyreese didn't like the idea of leaving the prison, but he nodded to show he supported Carol's choice.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

I always imagined Merle had a soft side. I think he's really just severely misunderstood.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

"Jan. I'm not letting you go by yourself. You're practically signing a death warrant. I'm going with you." He let his voice get a little bit stern to show how serious he was. He waited a moment before adding the last part. "If you or Sam die, I will never forgive myself for letting you go alone. I blame myself for the death of every member since the beginning of this mess and I don't want to add to that list. So please." He was begging in a way. Begging in a commanding way. Lara gave Daryl a smile. She knew at least one thing about Daryl and it was that he always meant what he said. He didn't say much, but when he did, it was always the truth. She admired that, even though it could sometimes be hurtful or irritating. "I think we should wait here for them. Besides, I don't really think you're really in any condition to chase anyone down right now. Come sit in the truck with me." She tugged on his sleeve a little, trying to lead him to the pickup. Andrea gave the Governor an indifferent look. She was going to draw this out. Maybe she could make him feel bad. Maybe then he'd buy her story and it would be a piece of cake to cut his throat open. She sat in the chair behind her and watched him with a waiting expression. Merle led the girl into the chambers. The darkest part of Woodbury. All kinds of weird shit happened in this room and he knew it was no place for anyone. He led her to a chair in the center of the room and forced her to sit. He strapped her in and then gave her a smile. It was his typical you're-screwed smile, but there was a hint of, not-totally-screwed in it. He walked away, twirling a knife in between his fingers. He closed the door behind him as he left. His semi evil smile melted into one that said he felt good about something. He had inspected that particular chair before putting Sam into it. The straps were rather worn. It wasn't obvious, but if someone looked at it well enough, they'd see it. He'd originally planned to put Michonne or Andrea in it when the time came, knowing either of them would notice and find a way to break free. They would escape and put an end to the Governor's tyrannical rule. He was certain Sam was just as capable and he kind of hoped she'd do it and get away with it. Carol met with Tyreese at the gate again. "They aren't back yet?" She knew Rick and his small group should be back by now. She felt a pang of worry well up inside her chest. Something had happened and she knew it. The question was what? What had happened? Had someone died? Had they all died? She knew that last one was highly unlikely, but not totally impossible. The population of walkers was increasing daily. That alone was a major threat, but there was also the person she'd seen in the woods.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

-Laughs- You're probably right about that.