Don't Fear The Reaper (R. Grimes & D. Dixon)

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They approached the woman who was passed out, now surrounded by walkers they had to kill just to get to her. Kit knelt, checking her "she bit?" rick asked. Kit shook her head, "gunshot. we gotta get her inside. I wanna know why she has baby stuff." kit said, standing and walking over to the abandoned basket of baby supplies. "Daryl, give me a hand." rick asked, nodding to the unconscious woman. When inside, they laid her in front of the guard cage. Almost immediately, the woman shot up in a panic. "Woah Woah, chill." her dark eyes looked around the room, then to rick, who kneeled next to kit "you wanna tell us your name?" he asked. She said nothing, just stared. rick stood up, holding her sword "the doors are locked. You'll be safe here, and we'll keep this-" holding up the sword "- safe and sound. kitten here will treat that." the woman's eyes stayed on kit for a couple of seconds before acting stuck up

"I didn't ask for your help."

"so you always just go round clutching fences like that for the hell of it?" kit scoffed. Beth walked into the room with the crying baby "kit, rick, she's still refusing to drink the formula I tried. I'm sorry" kit stood up, walking over to the teenage girl taking the fussy little girl from her "its ok, she just likes the good stuff more huh?" she cooed unzipping her vest. The hungry little girl wasted no time latching on her cries, now nonexistent, as kit threw the cover over her shoulder. She turned back to face everyone, their eyes a mixture of just watching and being on guard with the new possible threat in the room. She nodded at rick to continue, her eyes promising encouragement. rick nodded, clearing his throat before turning back to the woman 

"We can treat that, give you some food and water and then send you on your way. but you're going to have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula."

"the supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy and a pretty girl." Beth gasped next to kit

"What happened?" rick asked, "were they attacked?" Hershel asked,

"they were taken." "taken by who?"

"by the same son of a bitch who shot me." she spits. Kit handed the now sleeping little girl back to beth, zipping back up her vest. The girl quickly left the room, too scared to hear anymore.

"hey, these are our people. You tell me how," Rick growled, grabbing the wound on her leg. the woman flipped, pushing him "don't you ever touch me again!" she screamed at him

Daryl held his crossbow and pointed at her head. "then you'd better start talking or your gonna have more than a gunshot" she looked at him with pure malice. 

"find em' yourself." kit tsked, moving to stand in front of the woman, black and brown eyes locked and challenging.

"you came here for a reason. And I don't think it was out of the kindness of your heart or to grope our fence." kit said, raising an eyebrow. The woman swallowed before looking back up at kit "there's a town. Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there."

"a whole town?" rick asked, stepping so close to kits back she could feel his body heat.

"it's run by this guy who calls himself the governor. pretty boy, charming, Jim jones type," she said, still not looking away from kit

"he got muscle?" Daryl asks, "paramilitary wannabes. they have armed sentried on every wall."

"you know a way in?"

"the place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way in."

"how'd you know how to get here?"

"they mentioned a prison, said which direction it was in, that it was a straight shot." kit clenched her jaw. Her eyes gave way. She wasn't telling the complete truth.