MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【23】

The walls that surrounded Woodbury were sturdy and large- something we could've used before finding the prison.

I felt envious, knowing the people in there had been sheltered from so much for so long. They probably felt as though things hadn't changed as much from the first days of the outbreak.

"Hana," Rick whispers as we stayed behind a truck.

Michonne had just seemingly disappeared and Rick was attempting to come up with a new plan.

I look over to him, awaiting his next words.

"You know what this means. You know what you were signing up for when you came with us, right?" he asks.

People. Dangerous people that were willing to hurt others.

"Mm," I nod shortly.

"All right," he nods, "Just remember.. This is for Glenn and Maggie. Whatever happens in there isn't on you. They started this."

I don't say anything, only nodding. As Michonne returns, she's greeted by weapons drawn at her.

"This way," she points.

We snuck in through a pantry and, again, I felt the jealousy rise as I saw the racks upon racks of food.

Rick nudges my arm, sliding a thing of chips into my bag.

"Who's gonna tell?" he shrugs, moving on ahead.

"This is where you were held?" Rick asks Michonne.

"I was questioned," she nods.

"Thought you said there was a curfew?" Daryl asks, peering out the window.

"The streets are packed during the day, those are stragglers."

"Hana, check the back," Rick nods.

I ease my way to the other side of the room, doing the same as Daryl as they question Michonne before the three men speak among themselves.

It isn't long until there's a knock on the door, then the knob turning. Rick grabs my arm, pulling me behind a rack, holding his finger to his mouth then his palm up- a signal to stay quiet and stay put.

"I know you're in here. I saw you moving from outside," a man says as he enters.

There's silence on our end, making the man continue to move around and inspect.

"You're not supposed to be in here and you know it," he scolds.

As soon as the man rounds the corner, Rick jumps to his feet, shoving the man against the wall with his gun pointed in his mouth.

"Shut up. Get on your knees," Rick demands.

The man is more so dragged onto the floor rather than going on his own. But, Rick continues the orders.

"Hands behind your back," looking to Daryl Rick adds another demand, "Zip-tie him."

Daryl sets to work and Rick goes on with interrogating the man, "Where are our people?"

"I- I don't know," he shakes his head.

"You're holding some of our people. Where the hell are they?"

"I don't know!"

The man's eyes were terrified, looking from Rick, to Oscar, then to me. When he looks ar me, Rick growls under his breath.

"Open your mouth!" Rick snaps.

Once again, the man is forced more than his own will as Rick shoves a washcloth into the man's mouth. With a single nod to Daryl, Daryl steps forward and hits the end of his bow against the man's head- knocking him out cold.