Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016

Chapter XXII -- G O Back!

"Listen to your gut, her father was fond of saying,
but make up your own damn mind."

― Jeremy Robinson, Flood Rising

The next day was a bit overwhelming. Everyone was outside in the streets with cold beverages, cold! The seventy-three of them were talking and having fun, the kids were playing with the few dogs and men were doing a barbecue, it seemed like a normal day of our old normal lives, but it was so normal that it felt so bizarre now.

I was joined by Chris, Amanda, Wayne and another girl, Jessica, they were extremely happy about it and they were enjoying the festivities while I just stared in disbelief at everyone, this was just out of place, at least in my opinion and apparently in Michonne's opinion, when I turned to look at her I noticed she had a glare on her face.

Then we were all called to gather around, the Governor was going to give a speech, another one of his hypocritical boring speeches of his.

"Alright! The first time we got together, we were nine. Locked in an apartment with spam and saltine crackers Well, look at us now," he said with a proud smile, I just rolled my eyes at him. "We have built a place we can call home. It's ours. So today we celebrate how far we've come. We remember those we have lost. We raise our glass," with that everyone except me raised their glasses. "To us!"

People clapped and cheered after the Governor finished his speech. Chris was clapping quite loudly next to me, he turned to look at me with a smile and I offered him a fake one, he didn't notice, though.

I looked around to look for Michonne but I couldn't find her anywhere. She probably got fed up with his bullshit and went back to our room.

I was invited to join Chris and his family the whole day. They refused to tell me what the big event of tonight was about but they said it was pretty entertaining. I kept wondering what was so great when I saw Merle, getting Andrea and they both walked away quickly. I decided to shrug it off for now, I finished my meal and then excused myself to go to my room but promised Chris I was going to see him later.

I walked back to our room, where Michonne was. I was going to ask her what was wrong now when the door was opened and Andrea walked in.

"We gotta talk," she said to Michonne.

"We gotta go," she said, as she put things inside her bag. It was then when I realized she had her katana back. "The Governor told me what happened." I was going to ask what she did when Andrea kept talking. "Michonne, you can not do things like that. You're freaking people out. You're freaking me out."

"The west wall is guarded by some girl," Michonne told her, ignoring what Andrea said. "We escape there after dark."

Michonne almost threw the bag to Andrea, who had a hard time handling it before letting it fall down on the bed and then Michonne handed me my gun and my knife, I looked at her with a big grin on my face.

"Wow," I exclaimed as I examined my gun. "Thanks!"

"We are not prisoners her," Andrea exclaimed.

"No one who comes here leaves!"

"What are you talking about? It is safe! There's food, there's shelter. There's people for God's sake!"

"That's what they show you," Michonne said, trying to get Andrea back into her senses. "But you can not leave unless they make you."

"You're not making any sense."

"Andrea, I think she's right. Ever since we came here it's excuse after excuse and we can't never leave," I said.