Don't Get Dead | TWD | Volume 1

[53] Public Enemy #1

It was way too quiet. I felt very impatient as we turned each corner; everywhere I had been expecting to see a small army of people, there was no one. Not even walkers. Daryl led us between massive silos, jumping over pipes as he silently ran forwards.

Still, there was nobody.

It wasn't just me that was worried about this, I could see the look on Rick's face as we continued our search. Every time we turned a corner and found no one, no people or cars, his jaw tightened, or he shook his head before moving straight on to the next place.

We had to make sure we checked everywhere, because we had never been here before. I was better if I knew the environment, I felt better. Not knowing anything had me feeling like we were back in Woodbury, wandering around enemy territory until we finally found something.

When the two of them stopped between some silos, I decided to voice my concerns. "What if they're using this time to attack the prison?"

"Andrea set this up," Daryl reminded us, but I couldn't tell whether that meant he thought this was okay or whether he was just as worried about the situation as I was. Not until he continued, glancing at Rick. "Maybe he forced her to do it."

Oh great.

I'd never even considered that anything like that could've happened until now. If he'd done that, then he didn't need Andrea anymore. She could be dead, and now here we were potentially walking right into a trap the Governor knew we wouldn't be able to walk away from.

"I don't like this," I mumbled.

"I don't like it either," Rick agreed. "If we can't find anyone soon, we get Hershel, and we leave. We don't know if he made her do this. I'm not risking him attacking the group while we aren't there."

We continued until we actually came across a building we could enter, a wooden shed almost the side of a house. The walls were patched with corrugated metal and planks. Rick whistled, nodding for me to go inside while he followed Daryl around.

I raised my gun and entered the shed.

It was so dark, and dusty. Random things were stored, cluttered inside: signs, mechanical parts, random furniture scattered around. The layout had no inkling of organisation, which was nothing out of the blue for a storage place like this. It just looked like the large scale version of being in someone's garage, full of junk.

I had made it so far into the room, where there was a raised platform area with a table in the centre. The sun shone down through a hole in the ceiling, and I squinted a little and glanced up. I looked at the table, confused at it being in an odd place in what seemed like a storage building.

The placement of this, in the middle of nothing with only two chairs around it, made me think that it could have been set up there on purpose. It was suspicious, leaving me with a funny feeling at the pit of my stomach. I needed to check it out.

I was about to squat and look under it when I heard someone clear their throat. Footsteps then stopped me from moving any further, and I stood back up immediately. It wasn't hard to pinpoint the noise in this single room, and when I did, I spun around and raised my weapon.

There he was, down the barrel of my gun. The bloodied bandage over his eye had been replaced with a patch, exactly like a pirate costume. It was somehow more intimidating than when I had seen him in the middle of the arena. The black patch matched the dark coloured he seemed to often wear in his clothes

What continued to bother me was that he came here alone, completely alone. Not a single one of his soldiers were here to defend him, which was odd unless he didn't tell anyone. But why? I had only seen one of his people opposed to killing us, and he only let me go because of my age. He would've gunned down anyone else.