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He left the light on at least and I look around the room. The room is empty aside from Michonne's katana standing in the corner. That's the prize, what we came for. I am so glad Patchy rushed out of here and left it. I start to struggle to get free only to realize once again that I am handcuffed to the chair. I sigh and plop back in my seat, I am stuck. My mind spins into the dark depths of despair. We are all going to die at the hands of this madman. The depths of his evil is far worse than any of us are prepared to deal with. I close my eyes and picture Rick standing in the doorway of my cell smiling at me. The mere thought of that sweet, sweet man causes a smile to appear on my face. It turns my despair into positivity.
When I open my eyes once again to the cold, emptiness of my dungeon, I look down and catch a glimpse of Patchy's torture devices on the floor. There is a pair of pliers I believe I can reach. I kick off my boots and start reaching for the pliers with my feet.
It seems like ages but I finally manage to get the pliers to my hand and free myself from the cuffs. I stand up as quickly as I can as pain shoots through my body. I stumble to the corner and grab the sword. I am going to finish this. I am going to kill him before he can kill any of us.
I leave my boots and run to the door with the pliers still in one hand and Michonne's katana in the other. The door is locked from the outside but there is a small gap this time. The door seems a little loose on its hinges, not sure what happened to cause that but I am glad for it. The pliers are too big but I think I can fit the tip of the sword through and work that slide lock open.
It takes a little maneuvering on my part but the lock finally slides open and I start to run out of that dungeon barefoot. My only mission now that I have the katana, is to find the Governor and kill him. I turn the corner and run into something solid and strong. I know it is a man and I tremble wondering which man it is. The Governor as far as I could tell from my interactions wasn't that damn solid, kind of puny. I look up and see him standing in front of me. He is smiling like some conceited little prick. I roll my eyes and shake my head. God, he thinks so highly of himself.
"Hey Lil' Gal," I breathe a sigh of relief seeing his face and hearing his voice. "Fancy meetin' you here." He helps me to my feet as he laughs at his joke.
"God Merle!" I sigh, hugging him. "I am so damn glad it was you I ran into."
"Same here Lil' Gal, same here. We need to get out of here and quick. Before the Governor comes back and finds us."
"Michonne," I pull back, "we can't just leave her."
"Why not? Who is she to us? Seems pretty clear to me she don't want to be a part of this group, let her stay here." Merle tells me and I put my hand on my hip, staring at him scoldingly.
"Yeah well, a lot of people in the group could say the same about you." Merle rolls his eyes. "You know I'm right Merle. We can't leave her."
"I'm prone to agree with Merle on this one," Rick speaks, shocked that he is actually agreeing with Merle Dixon, and causing us both to look in his direction. "She has caused us nothing but trouble since she came to us. And her dragging you back here tonight....." I hold my hand up to stop Rick.
"For your information, it was my choice to come with her. She tried to talk me out of it. I insisted. You go ahead and leave if you want but I will not leave without her."
All of a sudden I feel the katana slip from my hand and I turn around quickly. "I know I have been a lot of trouble, thank you for sticking up for me Rachel, but if that is the way they feel, well, I did just fine on my own before I met any of you. I'll be fine long after. I am not staying somewhere I am not wanted," Michonne growls, staring at Rick and Merle. For a brief second, there was shock on all our faces. Rick and Merle look at each other as Michonne walks past them. I walk in between the two men, pushing them to the side and follow Michonne.
I look back over my shoulder, "If we're going to get out of here we need to move. Are you guys coming or not?" Michonne looks back at me with a smile, "we are all going back home. Together."
"I am more than ready to leave and never come back. Lead the way." Daryl says as he comes up to my right. I do not look back at the other boys but I hear them stumbling over themselves to catch up to us.
I hear Rick call my name and before I can turn around I feel two burly arms wrap around me. "I got her boss!" I feel his hot, stinking breath on my neck as he spins me around. I see the fear and anger on Rick's face as he is being pinned on the ground. The Governor's knee in his back. Merle is wrestling with another guy and is only subdued when two others join the fight. Daryl to my right and Michonne on my left are being held as well. Rick manages to flip over and now has the Governor pinned. He stands moving behind for cover and now has his knife to Patchy's throat. We were in an old-style Mexican standoff and neither side was going to back off easily.
I take a cue from Rick and quickly jerk my head backward hitting my captor square in the nose, I hear it crack and he releases me. I spin around and begin attacking him, arms flailing. This causes the rest of my group to break free as well and now we are all in a full-on brawl.
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After the fight was over and the Governor's men were lying on the ground I look around for my people. I find Merle and Daryl and run over to them, well I try to run, my injuries are far worse after this brawl than they were before. Daryl gives me a nod and Merle slings his arm over my shoulders. "I'm impressed Lil' Gal! That was some damn fine fightin'! If I didn't know better I'd swear you got Dixon blood runnin' through them veins." He pulls Daryl close on his left, "good to see you ain't forgot how to kick ass like I taught ya, baby brother," Merle said grinning. Daryl shrugs Merle's arm off his shoulder. "Where's Rick," he asks looking around.
"And Michonne?" I added looking back at Daryl and Merle who were both looking around as well now. "Did either of you see them? Where they went?" They both shake their heads. "We need to hurry up and find them and get the hell outta here." As soon as the words are out of my mouth Rick walks up with his arm around Michonne, almost carrying her over to us. I immediately run over, taking her opposite arm and draping it around my shoulder to help. "She looks terrible, let's get her home," I say as Merle steps forward with Daryl, they lead the way as we exit Woodbury once again.
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Back at the cars, Rick eases Michonne in the back seat. I quickly run around the car and climb into the back with Michonne. Rick watches and moves to sit beside Michonne. Merle tapped him on the shoulder, "I'll drive," Merle says taking the keys from Rick and pointing him to the passenger side. Rick doesn't want to but he needs to be up there if Merle tries anything crazy. He nods to Daryl who is already behind the wheel of the truck and ready to head back.
Rick keeps looking at me through the glass. I watch him as he drops himself into the passenger seat, he has a wretched look on his face.
"Shit!" Merle screams out before throwing the car into reverse and backing away, quickly. Rick's door slams closed, hitting his arm as we all hold on for dear life. I look out through the windshield before the car spins around and catch sight of the Governor's men. Merle slams his foot onto the gas and peels out down the road. Daryl is right behind us.
By the time we reach the gates we seem to have lost them. Merle stops the car to let us all out as close to C-Block as possible. He drives the car into the motor pool without a word to any of us. Daryl takes Michonne and nods Rick over to me. The battle wounds are starting to get to me, I am feeling just how hard my body has been wrung out. Rick runs over catching me before I hit the ground. I feel like I may lose consciousness and then Rick's arms wrap around me. A jolt of pain runs through me and I flinch. "Are you okay," he asks looking into my eyes as he lifts me. "I didn't realize how bad you were hurt?"
I put my hand up to his face, forgetting about any pain I feel in this moment, "I'll be alright, Chief. I'm just glad to be home." Home, that is such a nice thought. He walks me up to my cell and lays me down before yelling for Hershel.
Carl runs in, with Hershel trailing behind, whizzing right by his dad and wrapping his arms around me. I grunt a little from the weight of the boy as he kind of just fell on me. "Oh, God! Rachel, I'm sorry, are you okay?"
"Just a little sore but I am fine." I look up at Rick who has a huge grin on his face as his son embraces me in a hug once again, this time a little softer. I knew Carl liked me but had never really been affectionate toward me. I am a little startled and confused but I hug him back. I didn't realize he had this much concern for me. "I'm so glad you're okay. Are you sure you're okay?" I pull back a little and smile at him.
"Yeah, I'm good." I feel a little bit of confusion, shock, happiness, and pride all at the same time.
Rick shifts back and forth on his feet as he smiles and then he speaks, "Hey, how about one of those for your old man? Or are you not worried about me all?" Carl laughs as he turns to his dad and throws his arms out for Rick. He walks over kneeling and hugging Carl.
"Well ain't this a cute little family moment," Merle says from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms folded.
"What are you doing here Merle?" Rick asks sounding more than a little annoyed at the man's presence.
"Just came to check on our gal, " Merle says, keeping eyes on Rick and wearing a wide smile. This is too easy for him.
"Our gal?" Rick looks over his shoulder, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow. Merle nods, smiling wider. Rick seems to get angrier. Merle walks inside my cell and squats down at the head of my bed.
"Is this strictly a family moment, or can we make it a group thing," Merle asks me but he is staring at Rick.
"Merle," I speak sternly which causes Merle to look at me. The look on his face is like a child being scolded by his mother. "Stop, being a jerk." Merle drops his head, face red.
"Sorry Lil' Gal," he says before looking at Rick, "I was just fooling around with ya man. But I did wanna check in, to see how you're doin'. Are you okay Lil' Gal?" I smile and nod. Merle stands up. "Good, cause all this mushy shit makes me itchy?"
"Then why don't you just leave?" Carl sneers. Rick and I both call out his name in shock. Merle just laughs, looking between me and Rick then at Carl. Merle throws his hands up.
"Damn, you got me on that one kid. I'm goin', I'm goin'." Merle walks to the door laughing. He rubs Carl's head as he walks by the boy. "Tough kid ya got there Officer Friendly."