Hope//C.G *Finished*

Arrow On The Doorpost of This Sorrowful Life

Hershel and Rick pulled up next to Daryl and I. I got off the bike and climbed into the car. Everything was silent around us; the stale air was bitter as we waited in anticipation. We pulled up next to Daryl near the entrance as he said "He's already in there. Sat down with Rick." Hershel then said, "I don't see any cars." I then looked around, "It don't feel right. Keep it running." Daryl told us before we heard a car coming. "Heads up." Suddenly a car full of people came up and stopped in front of us. I rolled my window down and pointed my gun. "Ha. You brought the feisty one" The Mexican called out and I gripped my gun tighter. "What the hell? Why's your boy already in there?" Daryl asked holding up his crossbow. "He's here?" Andrea asked as she got out. "Yup" Daryl said, and Andrea sighed before going inside. "Maybe I should go inside." Hershel called out but one of the Govoners people called out, "The Governor thought it best if he and Rick spoke privately." I chuckled and got out of the car, "Who the hell are you?" I asked, and he looked at me for a second before answering "Milton Mamet" Before I could answer Daryl beat me to it, "Great. He brought his butler."

I rolled my eyes, as Milton said, "I'm his adviser." I then beat everyone this time and spoke up, "What kind of advice?" Milton just says "Planning. Biters. Uh, you know, I'm sorry. I don't feel like I need to explain myself to the henchmen." I opened my mouth to say a comeback, but Daryl beat me to it, "You better watch your mouth, sunshine." The Mexican from earlier rolls his eyes, "Look, if you and I are gonna be out here pointing guns at each other all day, do me a favor, shut your mouth," Daryl then stepped up and got in his face. "We don't need this. If all goes south in there, we'll be at each other's throats soon enough." Hershel called out and I sighed as I turned. I then climbed the car and sat up top. Soon Andrea came out and we were listening for gunshots. "There's no reason not to use this time we have together to explore the issues ourselves." Milton said, and I rolled my eyes as the Mexican called out, "Boss said to sit tight and shut up." I then smirked as I said, "Don't you mean the Governor?" He gave me a look as Milton called out "It's a good thing they're sitting down, especially after what happened. They're going to work it out. Nobody wants another battle."

"I wouldn't exactly call it a battle." Daryl called out, but Milton just says "I would call it a battle and I did. I recorded it." I looked up interested, as Daryl called out, "For what?" Milton just tells him, "Somebody's got to keep a record of what we've gone through. It'll be a part of our history." Hershel then agreed, "That makes sense." Milton nodded, "I've got dozens of interviews—" Milton was cut off by the metal clashing and walkers growling. "Finally, some action" I mumbled to myself as I slid off the hood of the car and to my feet. I followed Daryl and the Mexican guy towards the noise. "After you." Daryl called out. "No way. You first." The Mexican guy called out and I sighed, as I passed them. I grabbed my automatic stiletto knifes from my pocket and took out the first walker by stabbing it in the eye. "Pussy." The Mexican guy told Daryl, as he went after the second walker smashing its head in with a baseball bat. Daryl then went after the other, then the Mexican dude, then Daryl took another one down, but the arrow went through her and handed in the others neck.

I grabbed the knife and weighted it in my hand before throwing it hitting it directly in the eye. The Mexican dude looked back and said, "I'm loving this little girl more and more" I sighed and went over plucking my knife from the walker. "This little girl, has a name It's Chloe." The Mexican dude nodded, "Just call me Martinez" I nodded as Daryl came over, and pent down plucking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Look what he's got." Martinez shook his head, "Nah, I prefer menthols." I sighed as I backed away from the cigarette smoke, and Daryl said, "Douchebag." Before taking a puff and asking. "You army or something?" Martinez disagreed, "Nah, I just-- just hate these things. Yeah. After what they did to my wife, kids." I sighed and said, "I'm sorry" as Daryl said "Sucks." Martinez nodded, "Thanks." He then spoke up, "This is a joke, right? They ain't going to work anything out. Sure, they'll do their little dance and tomorrow, next day... they'll give the word." I looked around as Daryl nodded, "I know." Martinez gave Daryl a look, "Hey." Martinez motioned towards the cigarette and Daryl gave the pack towards him. "Chloe" Daryl spoke, and I turned to him, only for him to give me the 'My-eyes-on-you' look. I nodded and gave it back to him before I scouted around.