I shook my head as I stared at all the torn fabric and mattress stuffing scattered across the floor. I lifted my head to look towards the second level as the shredding rain continued to fall. I knew who it was instantly and what he was doing. Shaking my head again and sighing, I made my way up the stairs. The noise grew louder the closer I got and once I reached the landing I could see Merle on his knees ripping a mattress to pieces. He halted his actions as I leaned against the doorway, my shadow alerting him to my presence.
"What are you doing, Merle?" I asked even though I knew what he was doing. I was just hoping that I was wrong.
"Just looking for a little vacation. Best dope I ever had was in a mattress." He ripped the last bit of the mattress apart before groaning and leaning back against the cell wall. "Nothing," He murmured. "This place must have been no fun at all."
"I've never been to prison or anything so I'm not an expert, but I pretty sure they're not supposed to be fun."
Merle chuckled, "I guess you're right."
I smirked down at his sitting figure. "I'm always right."
He snorted, shaking his head. "What are you doing up here anyways?"
"I came to get some water and that's when I saw the mess you made. You need to stop, Merle." I said, the last part coming out quietly.
"Yeah, yeah," He said brushing it off.
I opened my mouth to talk some sense into him, but another voice cut me off.
I turned to see Rick standing on the stairs.
"Rick, what's up?" I questioned turning fully to face him instead of the one armed man on the ground.
"I need to talk to Merle," He stated fixing his hard stare on the older Dixon.
"Uh, yeah, sure I'll go find Daryl." I glanced over my shoulder and smiled softly at Merle. "I'll see you later. Behave."
I was half way down the stairs when Rick started his conversation, not so quietly I might add.
"I need your help," Rick stated.
I quickly halted and looked up, unable to see the two men but my curiosity keeping me in place. Why did Rick need Merle's help?
I could hear Merle laughing and Rick's footsteps as he assumedly made his way closer to Merle.
"Do you even know why you do the things you do? The choices you make?" Rick questioned.
There was a long pause, neither men saying anything, but I could hear movement and then Rick's voice drifted down to me, but this time a bit quieter.
"If we give the Governor Michonne, Woodbury stands down. I don't like it, but it needs to be done. We need to make it quiet. We need your help with that."
My hand shot to my mouth to hold in the gasp I'm sure they would have heard. Rick wanted to trade Michonne in like that? After everything she's done for our group? And he wanted Merle to do the dirty work?
"You ain't told any of the others, huh?"
"Just Hershel, Daryl, and you."
Wait, Daryl and Hershel both know and haven't tried to stop Rick?
"Huh. The inner circle. I'm honored. You know, when we'd go out on runs he'd bash somebody's skull, slash somebody's throat, and he'd say, 'Never waste a bullet.' I always thought it was an excuse. You go on. Give him that girl. He ain't gonna kill her, you know. He's just gonna do things to her. Probably take out one of her eyes. Both of 'em most likely. You'd let that happen for a shot?"