We had arrived back at the prison, but my coughing hadn't subsided. Rick parked the car and picked my up out of the car, He began to walk fast towards the cell block. Hershel had appeared out of the cell block gate, hobbling on one leg with crutches, it's so good to see him. "We need your help Hershel! Now!" Rick screamed from across the courtyard, the sound of worry was evidential in his voice. Every time I coughed, it was like my throat was being torn apart and chucked into a blender. Hershel nodded and gestured Rick to bring me in, I noticed how much blood I had been coughing up as it was all over Rick's sheriff uniform. Hershel asked Carol to bring the necessary medicine for me. "He throat, its been slit, last night" Rick cried at Hershel and he put me down on my bed, it fell so good to be on it again. Hershel's eyes widened "Since last night??" He looked down at me with his kind yet worried eyes "I'm gonna have to put you under okay" I nodded and looked up to the bottom of the upper bunk, Rick sat beside me and slipped his hand into mine giving it a reassuring squeeze. I closed my eyes tight and waited for drowsiness to take me over.
I woke up, I felt better than I did before, my throat didn't hurt at all. I looked around my surroundings, I was in my cell and was rucked in all cozy. I sat up minding my head so I didn't hit it on the upper bunk. I swivelled my legs around and landed my feet, I climbed out of my bed and went to look fore. "Rick?... Hershel?" My voice echoed around the empty hall... I tiptoes towards the mess hall, wondering where everyone had gotten to. the next thing I saw. Would haunt me forever... I entered the mess hall to see countless pools of blood everywhere, bloody smeared up the wall and on the floor, my eyes glided to a mass of bodies in the floor. Every member of the group had been slaughtered. I began to hyperventilate, I bent over with my hands on my knees. Floods of tears were expelled from my eyes, my vision blurred "Oh god! No... No... NO!!!" My head collapsed into my hands, who had done this? whoever it was I was going to kill them... slowly. "You didn't think you were getting away that easy did ya?" I knew who that was... I stopped crying out of hatred for who's voice it was. I didn't want to turn around... I felt a sense of fear come over me. I turned around and the governor was right behind me, he walked towards me but is as frozen in place. He lifted along blade, the same one had to my throat back in Woodbury. "I've been waiting for this" He lunged towards me stabbing me as it did-
"Arghhhh!!!!" I sat up and screamed, beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, downy chest and down to my sweat riddled vest top. "Shhh shhh shhh" It took me a while to realise who it was, Rick grabbed me close to him, rubbing my hair and trying to comfort me. "Rick?... Rick!!!" I turned to face him and I wrapped my arms around him nuzzling his neck as I did "I thought you were gone!" I commented, still nuzzling Rick. "Jess, I'm not going anywhere... okay?" I nodded and looked up to him, I pressed my lips on to him and held the kiss, Rick placed a hand on my cheek and pulled away. He looked at me for a moment and kissed me again, this time, loads of short and sweet kisses.
"Erhmmm" Someone had cleared their throat causing me and Rick to turn in synch, it was Hershel. "I want you to rest Jess, the gash on your neck was becoming infected, I gave you some anti-biotics so you'll be fine. I don't want you to move around that much as you could open up your wound again okay?" I just nodded, Hershel began to leave, "What happened to Tom?" He stopped, and smiled. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" He chuckled and gestured for someone to enter my cell, I assumed it was Tom... well I hoped. My assumption was correct, Tom appeared, all battered and bruised, but still standing. His left arm was held up by a sling, and his face was all cut up where the Governor and Merle beat him up. "Tom!" A smile crept up on my face, I slowly got up and walked over to him, remembering what Hershel had said about my neck. I raised my arms and hugged him softly, trying now to hurt him, he still looked pretty fragile. "I'm sorry... Its all my fault... I should never have left you." I shook my head. "No, its not. Don't blame yourself. You were in no way well enough to do anything... I'm just glad you got back alive, your were in such bad shape" Tears began to fill my eyes, I hugged Tom again and went back to lay down. Tom and Hershel left my cell and Rick got up. "Get some sleep, I won't be far" He stroked my hair and bent down to kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes and hoped I would have a dreamless sleep, that bad dream was terrifying
I slept for two whole days I was so exhausted, it was a sleep well needed. I approached the mess hall, the nightmare still lingering in my mind, I took a deep breath and walked in. I took a sigh of relief when I saw everyone around the large round table. "The whole front of the prison is unsecure... If walkers just strolled in, then it's gonna be cake for a group of armed men" Glenn explained to the group, pointing to parts or a drawn out map of the layout of what I assumed was the prison. "Why are we even so sure he's going to attack? Maybe you scared him off..." Carol expressed, becoming part of the group discussion. "He had fish tanks full of heads...Walkers and humans...Trophies. He's coming" Everyone stared at the mysterious woman. Glenn nodded "Michonne's right. We should hit him now. He won't be expecting it... We'll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head" Glenn retorted to Michonne's comment. Sounded like a good idea I'd quite happily do it. Rick shook his head in disagreement. "We're not assassins" "I'll do it..." I said, thinking out loud causing everyone to turn and acknowledge my existence.
Glenn looked at me, "You know where his apartment is...You and I could end this tonight" I proceeded to trudge down the stairs towards the group "I'll do it myself" I replied as I placed my hands on my hips. Glenn nodded. Rick walked up to me and placed his hand in mine. "He didn't know we were coming last time and look what happened... You and Daryl were almost killed..."
"It isn't worth any more killing... If he's really on his way, we should be out of here by now..." Hershel piped up, causing my eyes to fall from Rick's. "And go where? We lived on the road all winter. Back when you had two legs and we didn't have a baby crying for walkers every four hours... We need to end this... now" Glenn demanded, looking at Rick and Hershel as he did. "Well then we're going to have to defend this place...make a stand" I said agreeing with Glenn, if I saw the Governor again, I would kill him, I promise.
I sat outside in the courtyard. I needed to some fresh air from being cooped up all week. I took in the pure, fresh air into my lungs, feeling a bit light headed as I did so. Rick came and sat next to me and placed a hand on my knee, he took in a deep breath. "You wanna tell me about what the Governor did to you now?" I took in a deep breath also. "Not really, I kinda just want to forget it..." Rick moved his hand and placed it in to mine. "Please I want to know, I'm worried about you" My eyes met his, I didn't want to talks about it but he kept prying. "What do you want me to say? That he tied me up, he came up behind me, pushed himself against me and put his hands all over me? Then slammed me up against the wall?... Did he Rape me? No" My eyes began to well up... I didn't want to think about it... Rick put his arms around me and held me close. "Don't worry Jess... I'll kill him"
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