Call me England Dixon

Chapter 51: Our people

England's Pov:

They have me in a room, my hands are tied behind my back as I sit in this chair. A table is in front of me and an empty chair across. These walls are so thin, I can hear everything that happens in the room on my left. Which is where they have Glenn at.

I can hear Merle in there with him, their entire conversation. As if there's a speaker in this room. I can't believe Merle would do this, I thought he and I were friends...

I guess I was wrong. I've been wrong this entire time.

Merle sounds cruel as ever, the way he's interrogating Glenn. I stop daydreaming and go back to listening to their conversation.

"How bout my baby brother?" Merle's muffled voice speaks out. "You tell me he's alive and then hold off on where he's at. No? Well, maybe the sheriff's daughter will help me out." He chuckles. I close my eyes, hoping Glenn won't give in on anything Merle is saying.

"Tell me something.. When she's scared...and she's holding you close...and her trembling skin is close to you...her soft lips are touching you..." Merles taunting him, I scrunch my nose in disgust. "Here...all over here...and over here. Huh? Feels good, don't it? I remember you. Yeah... you're the sneaky one.  The one with nerve. You don't scare easily, huh? I like that..."

"Now...I wanna know where my brother is" Next thing I hear is Glenn grunting. Sounding like he's in pain. 'I wanna know where the sheriff is." Then I hear a yell. I look towards the wall, feeling my breathing leave my chest. "God!"

"I wanna know where they're hiding!" I hear what sounds to be a flesh being hit. Omg... he's gonna beat him. "Where your camp is, and I wanna know now." Then again. "I wanna know now!" Again. "Where the hell are they!" He hits Glenn again and again. I shut my eyes closed, not wanting to imagine the torture Glenn is going through right now.

It makes me sick that I'm tied onto this chair, not being able to help him. I know they're going to come in here and do the same to me next.

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Daryl's POV:

I lay Carol down in her cell, poor thing. I found her in a supply closet, lookin like she was boutta die. Glad I went out there by myself, givin me time to think with England out on a run.

"Imma go look for Rick." I tell 'er. She nods her head and I make my way to the kitchen. When I walk in I see Rick kneeling down, a woman laid down on the ground.

"Rick." I call out to 'im, grabbin his attention. "Who the hell is this?"

"You wanna tell us your name?" He ask 'er. She sits up a bit, glarin. "You wanna tell us your name?" I shake ma head. This ain't important right now.

"Y'all come on in 'ere." I say.

"Everything all right?" Rick asks, lookin at me.

"Ya gonna wanna see this."

He nods.

"Go ahead. Carl, get the bag." He holds up a sword. "We'll keep this safe and sound. The doors are all locked. You'll be safe here. And we can treat that."

"I didn't ask for your help." She states, i scoff.

"Doesn't matter." Rick turns and starts walkin away towards the cell block with me. "Can't let you leave." I close the gate and lock it as I walk further into the cell block.

"In 'ere." I say as I lead 'im to Carols cell. Just like everybody else, Rick is shocked to see 'er.

"How?" Hershel ask, huggin her.

"Poor thing fought her way into a closet. Must have passed out. Dehydrated." I explain. Carol smiles as she see lil ass-kicker in Beth's arms. 

She looks back at Rick, he shakes his head. Lettin 'er know Lori died. Carol sobs.

"I'm sorry."

"We can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way." Rick says as we enter the kitchen again, now finding out why this chick is here. I stand on the side, holdin my crossbow just in case. "But you're gonna 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." She says, I freeze. So does Rick.

"What happened?"

"Were they attacked?" I ask 'er, stepping closer.

"They were taken." She says lookin at me.

"Taken? By who?" Rick asks.

"By the same son of a b*tch who shot me." I breath in heavily as Rick continues to interrogate 'er.

"Hey, these are our people. You tell us what happened, now!" He bends down to 'er level pushing against 'er wound. She stands up yelling.

I raise my crossbow at 'er.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" She pushes herself against the side.

"Better start talking. Or you're gona have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound." I Threaten 'er. She glares at me.

"Find them yourself."

"Shh, sh, sh. Put it down." Rick gently puts his hand on my crossbow. I lowered it, he stand in front of 'er. "You came here for a reason." She pauses, debating to talk or not.

"There's a town. Called Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there."

"A whole town?"

"It's run by this guy. Calls himself the governor. Pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type."

"He got muscle?" I ask.

"Paramilitary wannabes. They have armed sentries on every wall."

"You know a way in?"

"The place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through."

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

"They mentioned a prison, said what direction it was in, it was a straight shot."

"This is Hershel." Rick points at 'im. "He's the father in law of the asian boy that was taken, Glenn. I'm the father of the pretty girl. And Daryl is her boyfriend." She looks at me.

"Hershel'll take care of that for you, and later you're gonna take us to them. Understand?" She looks at the three of us before noddin 'er head. Rick looks at me and we walk away.

"How do you know we can trust 'er?" Oscar asked.

"This is England and Glenn. Why are we even debating?" Beth speaks out. Maggie nods 'er head.

"We ain't. I'll go after them." I say.

"This place sounds pretty secure. You can't go alone."

"I'll go." Maggie says.

"Me too." Beth nods her head.

"I'm in." -Oscar.