"We'll give you some supplies for the road and send you on your way," Rick says to the woman. "But first, you have to tell us how you found us, and why you were carrying formula."
"It was dropped by this Asian boy, and a pretty girl," she says. My eyes widen. Glenn and Maggie. "They were taken."
"Taken by who? Where?" Rick asks.
"They were grabbed by the same son of a bitch that shot me."
"Ok, now where?" I ask.
"There's this place called Woodbury, a town. 75 survivors or so. It's run by this guy, calls himself the Governor. Pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type. Your people were probably taken there."
I arch an eyebrow. Jim Jones type...so we're dealing with a suicidal cult leader guy?
"They're armed?" Daryl asks.
"Walls up at the ends of the street, with a bunch of military wannabes."
"Could you get us in?" Rick asks.
"It's secure from walkers, but we could slip through."
Rick pauses, looking at the rest of us. "This is Hershel, the father of the girl who was taken, and this is Hope. They're our medical people here. They'll take care of that." He points to her leg. Daryl and him leave, and I walk up to her.
"I didn't catch your name," I say kindly.
"Michonne," she replies.
"That's a beautiful name," I say, smiling. The corner of her mouth twitches and she looks away.
"Hope, if you want, I can take care of her leg," Hershel says. "You can go discuss with the others."
"Sure." I walk into the cell block, where I see the group is already gathering.
"Are you sure we can trust her?" Oscar asks.
"This is Glenn and Maggie! Why are we even debating this?" Beth asks.
"We ain't. I'm gonna go rescue them," Daryl says, swinging his crossbow over his shoulder.
"You aren't going alone then," Rick says.
"I'll go," I say. "I'm tired of sitting around, waiting for you guys to come back from risking your lives."
"I'll go too," Oscar says.
"Then it's settled," Rick says. "We'll depart immediately."
Daryl and I head outside, grabbing extra weapons as we go.
I toss a bag of extra stuff we found in the armoury into the trunk of the Tuscon, which includes tear gas and flash bangs.
"You never know what you're gonna need," I say as Oscar and Daryl throw more guns into the back.
Michonne walks outside, her leg stitched up. Her katana is slung across her back again.
Rick taps Carl on the back, and they walk a little ways away. I walk over to Carol, who's holding the baby.
I lean down and kiss the baby on the forehead, and her little hand touches my cheek. I smile and kiss her hand.
"Hope! Come on!" Daryl yells.
I turn and jog to the car, where I climb in the back with Oscar and Michonne. The car starts and we drive off.
I laugh to myself as we start down the road.
"What?" Oscar asks.
"Oh, it's just that I haven't been in many cars since before the outbreak," I say.
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Daryl's Angel (Book One in the Apocalypse Angel Trilogy)
Fanfiction"Why're you bein' so nice to me?" "I would want the same if I were you." Hope Starling was alone when the dead started rising. She had always been alone, with parents that had disowned her and no friends to help her. Inside the department store in...
