[REAL] Chapter 41 - The Governor

[Daryl's POV]

I paced outside the cell they were keeping the woman in. Where's Becca? Why was this woman carrying their stuff?! What the fuck happened? Those were the questions going through my head. I clutched my crossbow tighter as Rick came back and unlocked the cell and walked in.

"We can tend to those wounds," he said as he walked over to her. "Give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way."

She looked at us coldly and said nothing.

"But you're going to have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula." he continued. He kept his hand on his gun as he watched her.

"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian boy with a pretty woman." she said.

"What happened?" Rick asked.

"Were they attacked?" Maggie said, her voice quivering as she brought her hand up to her mouth.

"They were taken."

"Taken? By who?" I growled at her.

"By the same son of a bitch who shot me."

"Hey, these are our people. You tell us what happened now." he snapped as he grabbed her wound.

She jumped up and got up in his face. I aimed at her.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" she growled at him.

"Ya' better start talkin'. Or yer gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound." I growled at her.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Find 'em yourself."

"Hey shh, shh, sh. Put it down." Rick said as he put his hand on my crossbow. I lowered it and glared at her.

Rick walked around her and stopped in front of her. "You came here for a reason."

She looked down and away. She rolled her eyes and looked at him. "There's a town. Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there."

"A whole town?" Rick asked, skeptically.

"It's run by this guy who calls himself the Governor-- pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type."

"He got muscle?" I ask.

"Paramilitary wannabes. They have armed sentries on every wall."

"You know a way in?" Rick asked.

"The place is secure from walkers, but we can slip our way in." she answers.

"How'd you know how to get in?"

"They mentioned a prison, said what direction it was in, and said it was a straight shot."

Rick stared at her before speaking, "This is Maggie, girlfriend of the boy who was taken." he motioned to her, she was in her father's arms, tears in her eyes. "This is Daryl, boyfriend of the girl taken." he said as he motioned to me.

"Hey." I growled at him.

"Stop. We know you two care for each other." he said before I could continue. "That's Hershel, he'll take care of that." he said motioning towards Hershel and her wound.

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[Rebecca's POV]

I glared at Merle's smirking face. "Come on girlie, just tell me where you're all holed up." he said as he knelt down. I spit in face and his smirk faltered. He wiped it off his face and punched me in the jaw, knocking me and the chair I was tied to backwards. He sat my chair back up and got in my face. "This will be easier for you if you cooperate." he said. "Fuck you." I hissed at him. He punched me again and I felt the warmth of blood trickling down my face. I spit the blood out of my mouth and glared at him. "You don't want me to get rough do you?" he said mockingly. I glared at him as he circled around me, dragging his knife of an arm against the wall. He stopped in front of me and gave me a sickly sweet smile. He suddenly stabbed me in my thigh. I bit my lip. He pulled it out and looked at the blood on the blade then wiped it on my other leg. "That's gotta hurt." he said with a smirk. "The Governor wants to speak with you soon. I wonder if Glenn is as tough as you." he said as he walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. I looked down at my leg and let out a whimper. It's bleeding really badly and my pant leg is already completely soaked in my blood. I bit my lip as I tried to get my arms free. My head was already starting to spin from blood loss and I don't know how long I will last with it bleeding at this rate. The door opened and I looked up to see a man walk in. He moved a small table by him and pulled a chair over.

"Hello Rebecca." he said with a sickly sweet smile. I glared at him as he looked me over as he sat down. He reached out and touched my injured leg. "Must hurt. Merle can get a little rough some times." he said as he ran his hand up my leg.

"Don't touch me you nasty piece of shit." I snapped at him. He smirked as he pressed his hand down on my wound. I bit my lip till I tasted blood to keep quiet.

"So you going to tell me where you guys are holed up?" he asked.

"Like hell." I spat at him.

He smirked at me. "A feisty one." He walked around me and untied my hands. "Stand up." he ordered.

I glared at him and followed his orders. I staggered up, using the chair for support. He stared at me, looking me up and down several times. Pig.

"Take your shirt off."

"What?! No you sick bastard!"

His smirk faltered. "Take off your shirt or I can bring Glenn's hand in here."

I glared at him as I reluctantly took off my shirt, revealing my red bra. I threw it on the floor, not taking my eyes off of him.

"Go on." he said.

I could feel myself starting to tremble. Flashbacks of Carlos started to flood my mind. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm as I undid my bra. I tossed it on the floor. He stared at my chest, causing my skin to crawl. I covered my chest with my arms. He stood up and walked around the table slowly to me. He walked up beside me and reached out towards me, causing me to flinch. He took a strand of my hair in his hands and leaned down and breathed in my hair. Suddenly he slammed my head into the table causing me to yelp. He leaned down towards me. "You gonna talk now?" he asked, his breath hitting my ear. "You can do whatever you want to me, but I will never tell you where. You sick son of a bitch." I hissed at him. His hands started to explore my back, then slowly moved to my stomach. He started to move his hands up and I squeezed my eyes shut, but then his hands were gone. I opened my eyes and he stepped away from me. "Come on." he said as he grabbed my arm aggressively. He dragged me to the door and pushed me out it. Merle was standing in the hallway and caught sight of me. He stared at me causing me to cover my chest the best I could with my other hand. Merle led the way down the hall to another room where he stopped. He went in and I heard him talking. "Ah, ah, ah. Drop it." he said. The Governor then pushed me into the room. Glenn was all bruised up, blood caked on his face. He was holding a broken chair leg. When he saw me his face went from bewilderment to anger. He raised it higher as he started to charge at them. "Hey!" they yelled as one of them pointed a gun at him. He stopped and dropped it.

"We're through with games." the Governor said as he pulled out a gun. "Now one of you are gonna give up your camp." He cocked his gun and pointed it at me. "Now you really want your friend to die?"

Glenn opened his mouth to say something. "Glenn, no. I'd rather die than let this bastard there. I have no one worth living for." I said to him. The Governor chuckled and put the gun in its holster and pulled out a knife. He drug the blade against my shoulder and down my arm. I stifled a scream at the pain. He put it against my neck hard till there was a small cut. "The Prison." Glenn said quickly.

"The one near Nunez?" the one guy asked.

"The place is overrun." Governor said.

"We took it." Glenn said.

"How many are you?"

"10. We have 10 now."

He pressed the blade closer. "10 people cleared that entire prison of biters?" He lowered his knife and stroked my face. I cringed away from him. He pushed me into Glenn and Glenn wrapped his arms protectively around me. They left the room, leaving me and Glenn alone. Glenn took off his shirt and handed it to me. "Thanks." I muttered as I slid it on. He knelt down by me and examined my leg. "He do this?" he asked.

"Merle." I said. My vision was starting to blur. "I-I don't feel good Glenn. It hurts." I said, tears forming in my eyes.

"I know. It's okay. They will come for us." he said to me. He ripped off the lower part of his shirt that was too long. He wrapped my leg, pulling it tight. I leaned back against the wall, feeling exhausted.

"Hey. Stay awake Rebecca." he said to me.

"I-I will..." I said, my vision becoming cloudier.

"Hey." he said.

"It-It's okay." I said as everything went black.

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A/N:

There's your update! Woo~! Sorry it took so long. I promised to update Odd, but Gentle... I also would have had it published earlier but my mom got mad and shut the internet off for 12 hours... How sweet am I right? =-= Dumb family.

Anywho~! Silent Butterfly will be updated next! :)

--T.F.L.