The Mini Badass

Chapter 39

I had fallen asleep with my head against the wall, missing Glenn having his tube taken out. He's not out of the woods yet but Hershel thinks he'll be okay.

I'm now walking out with Hershel the man insisting I don't stay in the cell anymore. We walk over the truck loaded up with those we lost, Daryl and Tyreese greeting us while Michonne gently loads another in.

"How's Glenn doing?" Tyreese asks and I cross my arms over my chest. "He made it through the night." Hershel tells him and I manage a small smile. "He's breathing on his own."

"He seems stable enough for us to get some air." Hershel says, nudging my shoulder with his arm. "He's a tough son of a bitch." Daryl says while Tyreese walks off. "He sure is."

"You're a tough son of a bitch." Daryl tells Hershel and I laugh looking to the older man. "I am."

"How about Carol?" Daryl asks making Hershel suck in a breath. "She up in the A-block with Lizzie?" 

"No. Talk to Rick about her." Hershel tells him and I furrow my brows at the man. "She's okay, just talk to him." He adds, noticing Daryl's worry.

Daryl marches off so Hershel and I turn to Michonne who jumps off the back of the truck. "You heading out?" He asks her and she smiles at him. "You want to come?"

"Hell yeah." Hershel tells her as she opens the drivers side door. "Ains?" She asks making me nod and smile. "Why not."

The drive out Michonne and I spent telling Hershel about our run. "I just heard this small shriek followed by an 'I'm fine' ." Michonne tells him, stopping the car and turning it off. 

"That seems to be your catchphrase nowadays." Hershel tells me as we all get out. "I was fine, it was one walker." I argue, Michonne handing me a shovel.

I slam the shovel into the ground as my face drops. "Hershel you are sworn to secrecy." I tell the man, looking up from my shovel. "If you tell Maggie I'll be trapped in that prison for the rest of my life."

"My lips are sealed kid." He tells me, mocking locking his lips up. Michonne chuckles at us before her face morphs into one of panic. "Wha-?" I ask, getting cut off by a blade at my neck.

Michonne takes out her sword and Hershel his gun as I'm pulled against a chest. "Let her go." Michonne says and the grip on me tightens. "No." A man says from behind me, pulling out shuffling behind me before rope is thrown in front of me.

"Tie off your hands or I slit her throat." The man tells her and she hesitates for a second, calling his bluff. The blade is pressed deeper into my skin making me grunt as warm liquid drips down my neck.

"Okay, okay." She quickly says, grabbing the rope and tying up Hershel before attempting to do her own. "You take too long." The man says, bringing his knife up and smashing the handle against my temple. "No!"

I hit the ground hard, leaving my head pounding. Michonne is tied up before the man gets on top of me, straddling me.

"We haven't met yet." He tells me, grabbing my wrists as my head spins. "They used to call me governor." He says and I suddenly get a second wind, starting to thrash around. "You son of a bitch!" I shout as him as he struggles to tie my wrists together.

"I'll kill you!" I shout again as he finally manages to restrain me. He gets up, grabbing my now bound wrists pulling me up. 

"You follow or she dies." Governor tells the other two earning a glare from Michonne but we all start walking off none the less.

We reach a RV of some sort and are forced inside. We're sat down, Hershel and I on a bench and Michonne on the floor.

The governor grabs something before coming over and standing over me. He puts his hand on my neck and I jump back. "Don't touch me."