The story continues

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Previously on The Story Continues: After a little bit Michonne fell asleep and Hershel walks in with Rick behind him. "She's out like a light. Must be days since she slept." Standing Hershel turns to Rick. "You look pretty shot yourself." "How long before she can travel?" "Have to keep an eye on her. Pretty sure she has a concussion. Couple of days if she's up." Rick closes the cell door then locks it.

(Y/N) walked up to the now locked door. "You don't have to worry. As soon as your doctor gives the okay we will be gone." Rick looked at (Y/N) after speaking she turned and got onto the top bunk trying to sleep as rick walks to the rest of his group.

Quote of the day "How many of these people are out there?" From Criminal Minds.

Warnings: blood, gore, swearing, and racist/sexist remarks. If there Are more warnings, I didn't put please tell me in the comments and I will put them.

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A/N I'm so sorry its taken so long to write and post school and work are making it hard to get time to myself to do anything.

3rd POV

Come morning Michonne was up and both her and (Y/N) were allowed outside of the cell, both made their way outside and went straight to the tipped over prison bus, putting their stuff in the bus. Michonne put her katana near the back entrance of them bus and turned to (Y/N) and slightly smiled. "This could be a good place to hold up for a while if he lets us stay."

"If is a big word as it probably won't happen." "Yeah, but might as well thing positive." Michonne then turned grabbing her katana and left the bus waiting for (Y/N) to get out as well. After leaving the bus (Y/N) looked up seeing Rick speed walking to the graves then stop, just to look around as if someone was just at the graves then disappeared.

Rick turned to outside the fence and ran to go out there making Michonne and (Y/N) watch him curiously and close the fence door. Continuing to watch him he ended outside the prison fence and onto a tiny bridge but then brought his hand up as if he was touching someone making the girls just stare, in confusion.

3rd POV of Merle and Daryl

Merle was peeing on a tree and Daryl was looking out for food. "There ain't nothing out here but mosquitoes and ants." "Patience, little brother. Sooner or later, a squirrel is bound to scurry across your path." Merle answered his younger brother still peeing on the tree. "Even so, that ain't much food." Daryl implied. "More than nothing."

"I'd have better luck going through one of them houses we passed back on the turnoff." Daryl told Merle. "Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm?" Merle interrogated. "How to loot for booty?" Zipping his pants up. "And you? What did Princess Peach teach you? How to be more patient?" The nickname Daryl gave (Y/N) made Merle know exactly who he was talking about.

"She got nothing to do with this, man." Merle began looking at his brother. "So don't bring her up again." Daryl then decided to drop it. "We've been at it for hours. Why don't we find a stream, try our luck with some fish?" Daryl suggested and aimed his bow.

"I think you're just trying to lead me back to the road, man. Get me over to that prison." Merle correcting Daryl and crouching on the ground. "They got shelter. Food. A pot to piss in. Your girlfriend. Might not be a bad idea." Daryl declared making Merle look up in anger.

"She ain't ma' girlfriend! Man, I told you she got nothing to do with anything, and for you, maybe. Ain't gonna be no damn party for me." Confessing Merle collected string from the ground. Daryl brought his crossbow back up. "Everyone will get used to each other."

Merle still collecting the string sighed. "They're all dead. Makes no difference." Daryl lowered his bow. "How can you be so sure?" Looking of into the distance secretly fearing his brother's answer. "Right about now he's probably hosting a housewarming party. Where's he gonna bury what's left of your pals." Merle says right before spitting on the ground