MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【24】

"Did you really tell Rick you were going to hide in the trunk?" Glenn questions and I nod.

Michonne snickers under her breath, Glenn looking up at her.

"You were there? At those shops?" he asks.

"I was keeping cover from them. I saw Hana here walking out the shop and hid her with me," she explains, looking to the ground.

"Thank you," Glenn nods, "Really. I can't.. I can't begin to-"

"You don't have to. Right place, right time," she brushes off.

I wish I had the energy to argue with her- she deserved every bit of praise and gratitude received so far. And, truly, more than she's gotten.

Both of them notice my silence, four eyes glancing to me as I sat with my legs crossed and my gun in my lap, staring at the trigger. The trigger I pulled a few hours ago, ending that woman's life.

"Glenn!" Rick's voice hisses.

"Hana, stay here," Glenn points, rushing to his feet.

Michonne and Glenn run around the car, into the bit of woods ahead of us before all I could hear was distant yelling of an argument. I stand up, strapping my gun around my back and pulling my bat our of the backseat, stepping to the edge of the road.

Glenn, Maggie, and Rick all had their guns drawn- Michonne with her sword readied as well.

I make my way over, just as the yelling slowed down a fraction to what it originally was.

"Andrea's in Woodbury?" Glenn's voice is the first I hear.

"Right next to the Governor," Daryl confirms.

My footsteps falter, before picking up speed.

"Andrea?" I ask.

Maggie jumps before seeing it was me, her hand resting on my shoulder in comfort.

"Well hell," Merle chuckles, "Mulan is alive after all, aye?"

"God, I'm not Chinese, you racist piece of-"

"Hana!" Glenn snaps.

"The hell did you learn English?" Merle asks.

With Merle distracted, Michonne rushes forward with her sword again before Rick jumps between them.

"I told you to drop that!" he scolds.

Michonne takes a few steps back, glaring past Rick to Merle.

"Do you know Andrea?" Rick asks her.

"Yep, she does," Merle answers for her, "Her and Blondie spent all winter cuddling up in the forest.."

He laughs dryly, shaking his head before recalling their first meeting.

"Had to pet walkers. No arms, cut off the jaws, kept 'em in chains.. Kind of ironic now that I think about it."

I look to Michonne, fear and curiosity in my eyes. But, as she sees me looking to her, she diverts her eyes to the ground as though she were in trouble.

"Shut up, bro!" Daryl shouts, turning to look at Merle.

"Hey man, we snagged 'em out of the woods. Andrea was close to dying."

"Is that why she's with him?" Maggie questions.

"Yeah.. Snug as two little bugs," Merle grins, "So, what are you gonna do now, Sheriff? Surrounded by a bunch liars, thugs, and cowards. Not to mention little Mulan that traded her sword for a bat."