Don't Get Dead | TWD | Volume 1

[56] Three Questions

Over that night, we looted any supplies we could take from Woodbury, storing them in a bus that had been makeshift armoured by someone in Woodbury. We would drive the bus back to our vehicles, and bring everything back to the prison.

From what I knew, Daryl and some of the others had gone to check the far buildings for more supplies. Rick asked me to stay on the walls and shoot any walkers outside the fence, making sure that it was a hundred percent clear when it was time to get the bus out.

Karen and Sasha had been explaining to the people left in Woodbury what happened, why we were here and that if they wanted to come with us, we would bring them to live at the prison. They seemed to understand the story from the two of them, and it didn't take long before the people agreed to join us.

I watched from the top of the wall Rick pulled the bus around to the front, stopping just before the gate at the front of Woodbury. When he had it positioned, he stepped out of the vehicle and walked around the front to see me.

"How's it looking?" He asked.

"No walkers," I told him with a shrug. "Didn't see anything all night."

"Should be clear by the cars then," he said. "Daryl and Michonne are helping Tyreese check the last couple of apartments, then we can get the people on the bus and get the hell out of here. We'll be back at the prison in no time."

"I don't think Carl's going to like this," I told him, sitting down at the top of the steps.

"I'll handle Carl."

I nodded, leaning forward and placing an elbow on my knee. My chest ached, not from the shot anymore, but from the weight of everything that happened. The only thing I had felt all night was that I wanted to cry, and the only thing that kept me from that was that we were going to be home soon.

It was over.

The Governor had no army. It would be a long while before he would ever build up the numbers to attack the prison again. We would actually be able to sleep tonight, no more waiting for an attack, and no more shooting at anyone for hopefully a long time.

But it nagged at the back of my mind, him being out there. I hated it so much, and I wished that he would just come here so I could end it for good. But he was smarter than that. He knew we'd be coming here after everything.

Rick stepped up the stairs, sitting down beside me. "What're you thinking about?"

"The Governor," I said quietly. "God, I wanted to kill him."

Rick nodded. "I know, and I'm sorry."

The one thing I didn't want was for Rick to blame himself for that. I could have backed down, not gone back to woodbury, left him to get the people when he offered. But what happened, I did that.

"It's over now," I said quietly.

Rick shook his head. "It ain't over."

For some reason, I knew he wasn't talking about the fight with the Governor. This was more personal, everything I had done for our people, none of that was over. And I hated that I knew he was right.

This isn't going to get normal, his voice rang in my head. It's going to hurt too much, whoever it is.

Part of me wished I had stayed at the prison when Glenn asked, because seeing this place again was just taking me back to that night. Everything I thought about went back to what I did, what happened, and it was slowly killing me.

And now Andrea?

We should have gotten her out that night. Should've grabbed her out of the smoke and made her come back to the prison with us, told her everything that happened here so she'd leave. But I knew all too well it wouldn't have happened that way.