Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

Arrow On The Doorpost

Daryl wrapped the bike around so we were even with the car. He stopped it and I hopped off. I gripped my katana and it felt like something was burning against my skin. I looked down at the guns by my knees and then the ones by my belt. It felt like they were burning against my skin.

I looked around at where we were. Middle of nowhere, abandoned barns, rusting silo's. Check, check, and check. 

"This should be fun." I whispered under my breath. Daryl threw me the keys to the motorcycle and I sat on the seat.

Rick and Daryl were going to investigate. I stayed by the bike and Hershel stayed in the car.

Minutes later I signaled towards Hershel and started the bike. Hershel started the car and I lead forward to the front of all of it. Daryl walked over and we stopped both vehicles.

"He's already in there. Sat down with Rick."Daryl told us and I looked around the road once more. There were no cars here and there were no cars where we originally came.

"I don't see any cars." Hershel said.

"And you know he wouldn't just walk here, and by himself." I told the boys and the three of us all looked around again.

"It don't feel right. Keep it running." Daryl said and I lowered my hand from the keys. He wasn't the only one with a weird feeling about this one.

A car approached and we all looked in that direction. Daryl walked forward and tapped the hood of the car.

"Heads up." He said and pointed the new crossbow towards the Army vehicle coming our way. Hershel got out of the car and I got off of the motorcycle.

I held a gun up alongside my brother. The truck stopped and three people hopped out. One of them being Andrea. Along side her a Hispanic who might have been in the Army and the other looked horrified to be here and would ace a science test.

"What the hell? Why's your boy already in there?" Daryl asked them.

"He's here?" Andrea asked. I nodded my head and decided if I should pull another gun out.

"Yup." Daryl told her. Andrea sighed and walked over to the door. She pulled it out of the way and walked inside. 

I put my gun down, not away, but down. Hershel was standing by the hood of the car and I was walking in small laps. Daryl was staying in one spot while still moving. The Woodbury people were just standing there.

"Maybe I should go inside." Hershel broke the silence while talking to me and Daryl.

"The Governor thought it best if he and Rick spoke privately." The nerd said and I looked at him confused. Then why did Andrea just walk in?

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked. Yeah, I wasn't gonna let this man tell me what I could and couldn't do.

"Milton Mamet." The man said. Yeah, I could care less about what his name is.

"Great. He brought his butler." Daryl said and I chuckled along side the Hispanic man. Daryl wasn't wrong.

"I'm his adviser." The man said and it sounded like his panties were in a bunch.

"What kind of advice?" Daryl asked. I laughed because it was true and I laughed at my own brother's stupidity.

"Planning. Biters. Uh, you know, I'm sorry. I don't feel like I need to explain myself to the henchmen." The nerd said.

"Excuse me." I said and Hershel put his hand on my chest before I could step towards the nerd. 

"You better watch your mouth, sunshine." Daryl told him.