Author's Note

Hello all! I'm so sorry that it's been so long since the last time that I posted. I told you about my friend and we're still dealing with the issue. Not to mention I'm going into my last semester of college and, since I'm taking senior level courses, I'm being swamped with homework and essays. But I had already written part of this chapter when everything started and, since I'm taking a little break, I decided to finish it.

This will be the last chapter of this story, but I will be starting a new story soon, if not some time today. It will be titled Never Give Up, so look for it.

I can't promise that I will be able to get chapters out every week. I can't even promise that I will get them out every two weeks, but I will work on getting them out when I can. I just hope you guys can bare with me.

Also, since I'm getting into the swing of writing again, the first few chapters might not be up to par with my usual writing.

Anyway, please enjoy the chapter!

It took quite a bit of deliberation, but the decision was finally made. After what went down with Merle, it was decided that it wasn't safe for them to stay in the prison. The Governor knew now that they wouldn't go along with whatever he wanted, so it was only a matter of time before he showed up to take them out. Not that it had not been his plan from the beginning. Caterina had seen all his men at the feed store. He had planned to kill everyone after getting Michonne, just as Caterina had thought.

After she and Daryl returned to the prison, Caterina relayed everything to Rick, who then decided that they would leave the prison and find another place to set up.

So, the next morning, everyone packed their things and started piling them into their vehicles.

While Caterina was tossing her things in the back of her family's SUV, she glanced over at Carl, who had just come out of the cell block with a duffle bag over his shoulder. It was obvious that he was pissed by the way that he was glaring at the ground as he made his way to the Hyundai, where Beth was stacking things in the trunk.

Rick made to grab his son's arm as he passed. "Carl—"

Carl ripped his arm out of his father's grasp and continued to where Beth stood. He handed over his duffle bag so that she could put it away on top of the rest.

Caterina exchanged quick looks with Glenn, who stood with her at the back of the SUV.

The two of them put away the bags that they had in their arms, and Glenn started walking over to Rick, who had moved to the hood of the SUV to check that it had enough gas, while Caterina made her way towards the entrance to the cell block.

She paused in the middle of the yard to look back at Carl. "Hey, kid," she called out, gaining the young Grimes' attention. "You want to help me get the last of this stuff?"

He nodded. "Okay."

Once Carl had reached her side, Caterina ushered him into the front room where there were still a few boxes remaining.

At one of the tables, some of their weapons were sitting out, so Carl went over and started to put them in their last duffle bag while Caterina gathered the last few boxes. She watched him work from the corner of her eye, taking in his jerky movements and his rigid posture.

After watching him stew in his anger for a moment, Caterina decided to break the silence.

"So what's up?"

"Nothing," Carl muttered.

"Whole lot of anger for nothing," she pointed out.

He said nothing; he just continued to throw weapons into the bag.

"Carl," Caterina called to regain his attention.

The kid threw a couple of boxes of ammunition in with the weapons and spun to her, his earlier glare back on his face. "What?" he snapped.

In any other situation, Caterina would've reprimanded him for using that sort of tone with her. As much as she liked being his friend, she knew that he needed authority figures in his life too, especially considering that he had not been experiencing a normal upbringing since the start of this apocalypse. But, considering the circumstances, she chose to ignore it. Instead, she stared at him for a moment, taking in his anger.

Finally, she said, "You don't think we should leave."

It was more of a statement than a question. She had known as soon as Rick declared that they would be leaving how Carl would react. While he hadn't been privy to their decision-making, he had made it blatantly obvious that he didn't want to go anywhere.

"No, I don't," Carl grumbled, turning back to his work. "This is our place." He tossed the last of the weapons and ammunition into the bag and turned back to face Caterina again. "We shouldn't be running. We should be getting ready to fight."

Caterina nodded lightly, absorbing his words. "Okay," she said. "I'll talk to your dad."

For a moment, he just stared at her, surprised. "Really?" he asked, obviously hesitant to believe that she was actually siding with him.

She shrugged. "We lost people here—Axel, T-Dog, your mom…" She paused, watching as his anger was replaced with sadness at the mention of Lori. "We almost lost Hershel here too, and Carol," she added. "We went through too much to just leave without even trying."

Carl smiled slightly, pleased that Caterina was agreeing with him.

They turned as Rick and Michonne stepped into the cell block, probably to make sure that they had everything.

Caterina turned to the last three boxes sitting on the table in front of her and stacked them on top of each other. They were relatively small, and they weren't filled with much, so she was able to pick them up all at once.

She walked over to the two newcomers and stopped in front of Michonne. "Could you take these out to the cars for me?" she asked. "I need to talk to Rick."

"Sure," Michonne said, and she took the burden from her arms.

She smiled lightly. "Thanks."

Carl zipped up the duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder before following Michonne back out of the cell block.

Once they were gone, Rick turned to Caterina. "What's the word?" he asked.

It was no surprise that he'd correctly interpreted the reason behind Caterina asking Carl to help her gather the rest of their stuff. She clearly could've done it herself; she had only asked him to help so that she could get him alone.

"You already know what he wants," Caterina said. "He wants us to stand our ground and fight. And I think we should."

Rick raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You do?"

She nodded.

"Then why did you say before that you agreed we should leave?" he asked.

"I said that because it sounded like it was what you wanted," Caterina admitted. She raised an eyebrow when she saw something flashed across Rick's face. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she was sure that she knew what it meant. "But it isn't anymore, is it?" she asked.

Rick didn't answer. He just looked off to the side.

"What changed your mind?" she wondered.

"I'm not sure," he muttered.

It was obviously a lie, but Caterina didn't think it was a good idea to push the subject. Instead, she just said, "Well, if we're going to stay, we're going to need a plan."

"You have sumthin' in mind?" Rick asked.

The corners of her lips twitched as she fought against a smile. "I might."

The plan wasn't to kill the Governor or his men—not yet anyway. Although it would be easy to take them out in their own territory, there were far too many uncertainties to try to kill them all there in the prison. Not to mention they only had limited resources.

No, the plan was to run them out.

If Caterina knew the Governor like she believed that she did, she was sure that he was watching them, which meant that he more than likely knew which cell block they lived in. While, normally, that would cause some hitches, it would work in their favor. The Governor would surely go there first, expecting to find them running around like chickens with their heads hacked off.

When he doesn't find anyone, he will move into the tombs. After that, it was difficult to predict his movements, which was where the plan came in.

Caterina stood next to a door leading out into one of the courtyards, waiting.

On the other side of the door, she could hear that telltale growling of walkers. Outside was one of the only courtyards that they hadn't bothered clearing out, since they never really used this part of the prison. Now, that would work in their favor.

A minute ago, there had been a big explosion followed by gunfire, followed by another explosion, followed by more gunfire—all pointing to the arrival of the Governor.

There were running footsteps from behind and Caterina turned to find Daryl coming towards her.

"Everything's set," he relayed.

"Let's get this show on the road then," she muttered quietly, and, with just a quick nod to serve as a warning, she opened the door to the courtyard.

Almost instantly, walkers started pouring into the tombs, and the two survivors turned tail and ran in the direction of their cell block, not bothering to kill any of the walkers chasing after them. They were needed to execute the plan, after all. Plus, there were far too many to take out with just knives and bolts. If they wanted to take them out, they would have to use their guns, which would draw the Governor and his men in the opposite direction of where they wanted them.

After turning a corner, Daryl and Caterina ducked into one of the isolation cells, closing the door behind them before any of the walkers could get in with them.

Caterina settled against the wall with a sigh, listening as the walkers banged on the door.

"I hope this works."

She gave Daryl a dull look. "I just love how much confidence you have in me."

He rolled his eyes. "It's not you I don't have confidence in," he said. "This whole thing rides on what you think the Governor will do. What if he doesn't come in through the front door like you think?" he asked.

"We can still draw him in even if he comes in from a different direction," she assured him.

"Let's hope so," he grumbled.

She reached out with her leg and kicked him lightly in the knee. "Stop being such a fussbudget," she scolded.

"Fussbudget?" he repeated incredulously.

"It's a word," she assured him.

"If you say so," he snorted.

The two fell silent then, just listening as the banging continued. A couple minutes later, they heard distant barking. Luckily, the walkers outside seemed to hear it too, because the banging slowly stopped as they walked off in search of the source of the sound.

They waited a few seconds longer before Daryl peeked outside to see if the coast was clear.

"Well, it drew the walkers away at least."

"The rest is up to the others," Caterina said.

They waited anxiously for any indication that they had succeeded, so that they could go out and join the rest of their people. It wasn't until Michele had sounded the prison alarm that they knew things had finally reached the climax.

Gunfire started, and Caterina took to pacing the cell as she wrung her hands.

"Relax, Cat," Daryl said. "They got this."

"I know they do."

He reached out and grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her from making another lap around the cell. "So why are you pacin'?" he asked.

"I'm just anxious," she muttered.

"Well, don't be. Everything is gonna work out fine."

"When did you become so optimistic?" she wondered, fighting against a smile.

He shrugged. "Hell if I know." He tugged on her arm, urging her to come and stand with him. "Now, come here."

She allowed him to pull her over to his side and turned so that she was standing with her back pressed against the wall. She took a deep breath and leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she listened to the continued sound of gunfire.

It was at least two minutes before everything seemed to calm down.

She opened her eyes at the same time that Daryl walked over to the cell door, poking his head out to better listen for any more sounds of confrontation.

When he didn't hear anything, he looked back over his shoulder at Caterina.

"Sounds like it's over," he observed.

"Then let's go check on the others," Caterina suggested.

Daryl nodded and pushed the cell door open as he stepped out into the hall. Caterina followed after him, clutching one of her throwing knives in her hand, just in case.

The two ran through the corridors back towards the cell block.

By the time that they made it out into the courtyard, the others had already gathered at the gate.

The couple ran up beside Rick, who was staring out into the field and the surrounding area, searching for any stragglers. But the only thing that Caterina could see were a few walkers and a technical vehicle which she guessed the Governor and his people had been forced to leave behind.

"We did it," Rick breathed. "We drove 'em out."

"Thank goodness the Governor was so predictable, huh?" Michele panted.

"We might have won the battle, but the war isn't over," Caterina pointed out. They might have run the Governor out, but that didn't mean that he didn't plan on regrouping so that he can orchestrate another attack.

"She's right," Gabriele said, nodding in agreement with his sister.

"What are you talkin' about?" Maggie asked. "Didn't you see 'em hightail it outta here?"

"They could regroup," Michonne said, seeming to be thinking along the same lines as Caterina.

"We can't take the chance," Glenn decided. "He's not gonna stop."

Michonne nodded. "We should go after them."

"We should finish it," Daryl agreed.

"They're right," Carol spoke up. "We can't keep living like this."

"So we take the fight back to Woodbury," Maggie said. "We barely made it back last time," she reminded them.

"I don't care," Daryl said.

Rick glanced around at everyone, taking in what they wanted, before he turned to Caterina, waiting for her to give her two cents.

Caterina sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she thought about what they should do. "If we don't go after him, then he could regroup like Michonne said," she said. "It's best that we hit them now instead of waiting to see if he'll come back."

Rick nodded, seeming to agree. "Yeah," he muttered.

"We should check on the others," Gabriele said.

The others nodded, turning to leave to do just that.

After retrieving the others from where they were hiding out in the woods, the group returned to the cell block. Caterina was the first to go into the cell block, gripping one of her throwing knives in her hand as she cautiously made her sweep, checking to see if any of the Governor's men had been left behind.

Determining that it was safe, she turned to where Rick was waiting at the entrance to the cell block and nodded.

Rick nodded back before turning away.

She threw one last glance around the cell block before going back out into the communal area. Upon seeing Alison standing with Gabriele, Hershel, and Carl, she walked over, pulling her into a one-armed hug.

Alison returned it with a slight laugh. "I'm alright," she assured her.

"I know you are," she muttered, pulling away.

She watched with the others as Rick knelt down in front of his son, hugging him in relief. She noticed how Carl didn't hug him back, but didn't think too much about it. Carl was a teenager, after all.

After allowing his father to hug him for a few seconds, Carl stepped away so that he could say, "Dad, I'm coming to Woodbury."

Rick sighed, running his hand over his face. "Carl," he started, but his son interrupted him.

"Dad, I did my job out there, just like all of you," he said, motioning around at those who had stayed behind. "I took out one of the Governor's soldiers."

Caterina looked to Alison questioningly and frowned when she shook her head.

"One of his soldiers?" Hershel parroted. "That kid runnin' away? He stumbled across us."

"No, he drew on us," Carl argued.

Rick placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to do that," he said.

He shrugged, not seeming to think of it as a big of a deal. "It's what I was there for," he said before repeating emphatically, "I'm going with you."

The adults watched as he walked out of the cell block.

Caterina frowned, growing extremely worried. She already knew that being made to grow up in this world was taking its toll on Carl. He had seen all of the things that the adults had been made to do since this whole thing started, all of the things that have happened, and it was making an impact. But she hadn't realized just how big of an impact.

"That kid was scared," Hershel explained, pulling Caterina from her thoughts before she could start to wonder about what this world was doing to the kid. "He was handin' his gun over."

"He said he drew," Rick pointed out.

"He didn't," Alison said in dispute.

He shook his head, not wanting to think about what the two were hinting at. "Carl said it was in defense," he said with a slight pleading tone to his voice.

"We were there," Hershel said. "He didn't have to shoot."

"The boy didn't even have his finger on the trigger," Alison added.

"Maybe it looked like that to you—" Rick started to argue.

"Rick!" Hershel barked, cutting him off before he could continue his argument, and, just like a scolded child, Rick closed his mouth and turned his gaze to the ground. Hershel stared at him for a moment, urging him to look him in the eye. Once he did, he continued in a much softer tone, saying, "I'm tellin' you. He gunned that kid down."

Caterina watched as the old man hobbled off, leaving Rick to process what he had said.

She exchanged concerned looks with Gabriele and Alison.

Caterina worked with Michonne on packing up what they would need into the backseat of the truck. It had been decided that only a few of them would go after the Governor while the rest stayed to defend the prison, just in case the Governor decided to come back while they were out looking for him.

That being said, they were taking about half of ammunition. If they ended up being the ones running into the Governor and his little army, they would need as many bullets as possible.

Caterina turned as Michonne approached with her father's army backpack.

"This is the last of it," Michonne said.

"Thanks," she said, taking the backpack from her and tossing it into the backseat.

"No problem."

Caterina walked around to the front of the truck as she heard the roar of Daryl's motorcycle approaching from the back of the courtyard. She watched as he pulled up next to the truck, a rucksack strung over his shoulder.

She raised an eyebrow at the piece of fabric that he was wearing over his clothes. It was a tan poncho with Native American patterns on it.

Daryl didn't seem to notice her staring as he allowed the rucksack to drop from his shoulder into his hand. "Here," he said, holding it out to her. "Throw this in the back with the rest."

She stepped forward to take the bag. "Nice poncho," she said with a poorly hidden smirk.

He rolled his eyes, seeming to have been expecting it. "Shut up."

Caterina chuckled as she turned and walked back around to the opened truck door so that she could throw the bag in with the rest of their stuff.

Michonne stepped around her to the passenger seat, but stopped when Rick called her name as he walked by, holding his rifle out to her. She took it before climbing into the truck, laying the rifle under the dashboard next to her feet.

Caterina looked over her shoulder, watching as Rick approached where Carl was sitting on the picnic bench.

He knelt down in front of him, and the two spoke in hushed tones. After a moment, Carl stood up and said one last thing to his father before walking away. When he did, she noticed that he dropped something at his father's feet, but couldn't see what it was.

Rick stared after him before looking down at what he had dropped.

She looked away as Rick picked up whatever it was, reaching into the backseat to rearrange the bags so that they wouldn't fall off the seat once they got moving.

Once she was satisfied with the arrangement, she went back to stand at the front of the truck with Daryl, Glenn, and Maggie. She watched as Rick came to join them, his Deputy Shield in his hand.

"Rick," Glenn called. "We're staying. If the Governor comes back, we want to be here to help the others hold him off."

"Just the four of us?" Daryl muttered, thinking about how good their odds would be with just four of them going. In the end, he seemed to decide that they were pretty good, because he nodded and said, "Alright."

Sensing the end of the conversation, Caterina returned to the opened door of the backseat of the truck and took her place next to the bags.

She watched through the windshield as Rick patted Glenn on the shoulder before he walked around to the driver's side and climbed in. At the same time, Daryl got on his bike and started the engine.

Carol and Beth took out a few walkers at the gate so that Glenn and Maggie could go and open it, allowing Daryl to drive out into the field with Rick on his tail.

On their way to Woodbury, they came across a blockage in the road that had not been there the last time.

A few trucks had been pulled over, supposedly belonging to the Governor's men.

Daryl came to a stop behind one of the trucks and turned off the engine of his bike. While the others got out of the truck, Daryl grabbed his crossbow from where he had it attached to the satchel on his bike.

Caterina grabbed her brother's Smith & Wesson 22A and walked out into the street.

There were a few walkers chewing on a few people lying in the road. The walkers were fresh, obviously having turned not too long ago.

Daryl fired an arrow into one's head while Michonne sliced another's head in half before she moved on to do the same to two other walks, taking them both out with one swing.

Caterina lowered her gun and approached the last walker, which was chowing down on a body in the front seat of a jeep. She grabbed one of her throwing knives from the holster around her waist and stabbed it into the back of the walker's skull.

The walker collapsed into a heap at her feet.

She turned to where Daryl was standing next to a military truck when she heard something pounding against glass.

Daryl jumped at the sound and turned.

A woman was sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, her hands and face pressed against the window. She was obviously alive, although she looked terrified.

Rick aimed his Python at her while Daryl opened the door, motioning for her to climb out. She did so with her hands raised. Once her feet were on the pavement, Daryl pushed her forward, causing her to stumble, so that he could check the truck for any more passengers. When he didn't see anyone, he closed the door and turned back to the woman.

Caterina approached the woman, returning her knife to its holster.

The woman tensed upon seeing her approach and ducked her had submissively, her hands still raised.

Caterina motioned for her to turn around and the woman did so obediently. She remained silent as she frisked her for weapons. When she didn't find anything, Caterina nodded to Rick, who finally lowered his gun.

Now that Caterina was finished, the woman turned back around, her hands still raised.

"What's your name?" Caterina asked.

The woman gulped nervously, her eyes jumping from one person to the other. "Karen," she replied.

"What the hell happened here?" Rick wondered.

"T-The Governor, he…" she stuttered. "He opened fire on everybody. W-We wanted to go back to Woodbury, to just leave you guys be, and he-he snapped." She glanced around at all of the dead bodies and gulped again. "He killed everyone."

"How come you're still alive?" Daryl asked.

"I, uh…I survived by hiding under one of the bodies," Karen explained. "Once he was gone, I hid in the truck."

Caterina exchanged cautious looks with Rick.

Karen noticed the exchange and took a small step forward, intending to say something, but the movement set the others on edge. Both Rick and Daryl raised their weapons, aiming them at her threateningly, and the woman froze, raising her hands over her head.

"Please," Karen said, "I-I don't mean you guys any harm."

"Kind of hard to believe coming from someone who just attacked as," Daryl grunted.

"I was only doing what the Governor told me," she said in her defense. "But I realize now that it was a mistake following him."

Caterina stared at the woman, trying to determine if she meant what she said. In the end, she decided that she believed her, so she walked over to Rick and placed her hand on his extended arm. "Rick," she said, silently urging him to lower his weapon.

Rick glanced at her as he slowly lowered his arm.

Satisfied, she looked over at Daryl and motioned for him to do the same, which he did without hesitation.

Karen looked around at the four of them hesitantly before lowering her arms.

For a moment, they were silent, watching each other, wondering what they were supposed to do now. The Governor had apparently turned on his own people, so there was no way that he would be going back to Woodbury. How would he explain what had happened to the others? Sure, he could say that the prison group had taken them all out and that only he had survived, but how believable would that be?

"What now?" Michonne questioned, breaking the silence.

"I don't know," Rick muttered.

"Are we still goin' to Woodbury?" Daryl wondered.

Caterina shook her head. "There's no point," she said. "I doubt the Governor bothered to return."

"So then what? We just give up?" Michonne asked.

"Well, what do you suggest?" Caterina shot back.

She didn't answer, obviously not sure how to respond.

"Cat's right," Rick decided. "There's no way the Governor went back. Not after he did here."

"So then we're going back to the prison?" Daryl asked.

Karen looked between the four of them as they talked, shifting on her feet uncomfortably, her arms crossed. "Excuse me, but..." she started, interrupting them and drawing their attention. "I'm sorry," she apologized quickly. "I was just wondering where Andrea is."

"Andrea?" Michonne repeated.

"Why do you ask?" Risk wondered.

"She jumped the wall a few days ago," Karen explained. "They say she left to go find you."

Caterina exchanged looks with Daryl.

"Well, she didn't find us," Daryl said.

Karen glanced between the two, shifting on her feet again. "Well, if she's not with you, then where is she?" she wondered.

Caterina looked over at Rick, who looked back at her with a furrowed brow. She could tell that his thoughts were going to the same place as hers. If Andrea had left warn them about the Governor but hadn't made it, then there were two places that she could be: dead or back in Woodbury. If she was dead, then there was nothing that they could do. But if she was in Woodbury...

"Guess we're going to Woodbury after all," Caterina said.

Rick frowned.

Night had already fallen by the time they made it to town. They snuck around a gazebo which stood outside of the fence, Rick and Daryl on point and Caterina trailing behind them. Michonne stood with the woman at the back, ensuring that she didn't try to run.

Before they could make it behind the burned up car sitting on the street, someone on the wall started firing on them, shooting out a vase sitting on the gazebo.

They immediately fired back, taking up position behind the car.

When there was a pause in the shooting, Karen shouted to the person on the wall. "Tyreese! It's me!" she called as she stood up. "Don't—"

"Get down," Rick hissed, grabbing her arm and pulling her back down behind the car.

"Karen!" a male voice called back. "Karen, are you okay?"

Karen pulled her arm out of Rick's grasp and stood back up, coming out from behind the car with her hands raised. "I'm fine!" she assured him.

"Where's the Governor?" the man asked.

"He fired on everyone," Karen explained. "He killed them all."

The man was silent for a moment, taking that in.

Caterina moved around Michonne to where Rick was still knelt down by the car, and the two exchanged looks. She wondered how they were going to play this out now. Since Karen was with them, they could use her to get into the town. But they could also fight their way in.

"Why are you with them?" Tyreese wondered.

"They saved me," Karen replied.

Rick stared at the ground in thought before shouting, "We're comin' out!" He holstered his gun and prepared to stand up.

"Rick!" Daryl hissed, not quite agreeing with this, but Rick ignored him.

Michonne seemed to think it was a bad idea as well, as she stared at Rick like he was crazy.

Caterina, meanwhile, pulled off the strap of her Beretta REC7 and held the body of the gun so that the people on the wall would be able to see that her hand was far away from the trigger.

"We're comin' out," Rick called again after repositioning his rifle so that it was lying across his back. He stepped out next to Karen, his hands raised passively.

Without a second thought, Caterina followed his example.

Daryl and Michonne, however, were not so eager to back down. They stepped out from behind the car, but neither lowered their weapons. Caterina gave Daryl a look, silently telling him to do as she and Rick did, and Daryl scoffed before raising his hands.

Seeing that Daryl was going along with it, Michonne did the same.

The group approached the gate, which opened to reveal that Tyreese was one of the men who had wanted to take up residence with them in the prison before they were chased out by Rick when he had one of his episodes.

Tyreese nodded to someone standing just out of sight and his sister stepped out with him.

Seeing that neither Tyreese nor his sister had their guns raised, Caterina decided that it was okay to lower her hands and did so.

The others soon followed her example.

"What're you doin' here?" Tyreese wondered.

"We were comin' to finish this," Rick admitted, "until we saw what the Governor did."

Tyreese exchanged looks with his sister. "H-He killed them?" he asked for confirmation.

Rick nodded. "Yeah," he muttered.

Tyreese looked horrified.

"Karen told us that Andrea hopped the wall," Rick said, "goin' for the prison. She never made it. She might be here."

"Where?" the other woman asked.

Caterina and Rick exchanged looks.

"We think we might know," Caterina said.

Rick led the way to where they had found Glenn and Maggie when they were held captive by Merle and the Governor. It stood to reason that the Governor would be holding Andrea there as well. It was secluded enough that no one would stumble upon her, so he could have her all to himself.

Tyreese went with them while his sister, Sasha, had taken Karen elsewhere.

"This is where he had Glenn and Maggie," Rick explained as they made their way through the warehouse.

"The Governor held people here?" Tyreese gasped, horrified.

"Did more than hold 'em," Daryl muttered.

Rick moved around the corner, running point. He stepped out into the hallway only to pause when he saw a puddle of blood seeping out from behind a door made up of sheet metal.

The others followed him out into the hall, stopping as well when they saw the blood.

"Will you open it?" Michonne asked.

Both Caterina and Daryl raised their rifles, ready to shoot, while Rick reached for the lock.

"One, two…" Rick counted down before he pulled back the lock and threw open the door.

The room was relatively small, two wooden poles set up towards the center with what looked like a dentist's chair sat between them. Lying on the floor in front of it was a bloodied corpse. If Caterina looked closely, she could make out that nerdy guy from before, Milton, underneath the blood.

There was a groan from inside and they looked down to see a pair of bare feet.

"Andrea!" Michonne gasped as she ran into the room, kicking a pair of pliers on the ground.

Caterina stepped further into the room and saw Andrea sitting up against the sheet metal wall weakly. She was deathly pale and covered in sweat. Blood was smeared on the left side of her jaw as well as on her cheek and forehead.

Rick went to kneel down with Michonne as she helped Andrea sit up.

"I tried to stop them," Andrea spoke weakly.

"You're burning up," Michonne noted.

Andrea sighed lightly and pulled the collar of her jacket to the side, revealing that something had taken a big chunk out of her collar.

Caterina closed her eyes with a resigned sigh.

When she opened them again, she saw that Michonne had grabbed Andrea and pulled her into her chest, brushing a few strands of blonde hair out of her face. Her lower lip was quivering as she tried not to cry.

"Judith," Andrea started, "Carl, the rest of them…"

"Us," Rick corrected her. "The rest of us."

"Are they alive?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, they're alive."

She smiled, relieved, before looking up at Michonne. "It's good you found them," she said.

Michonne nodded tearfully.

Andrea looked up at Caterina and Daryl, glancing between the two of them. "No one can make it alone now," she pointed out.

The couple looked at each other.

Daryl glanced down as he took hold of Caterina's hand, gripping it in his tightly. "Never could," he admitted, all the while looking her in the eye.

Caterina smiled slightly.

Andrea smiled again at their exchange before looking to the floor. "I just didn't want anyone to die," she muttered thoughtfully. She sat up a little more, pulling out of Michonne's grasp. "I can do it myself," she decided.

"No," Michonne sobbed.

"I have to," she said. "While I still can."

She stared at her for a moment before nodding, her lip quivering again.

Andrea turned to Rick. "Please?" she said, motioning to his Python, which he had holstered at his hip.

Rick didn't say anything. He just stared at her with a frown.

"I know how the safety works."

He smiled slightly before nodding. He took out his Python and placed it into her grasp, closing her hand around it for her. It was then that Caterina noticed that she had a pair of handcuffs still hooked to one of her hands.

Caterina glanced over at the dentist chair and a deceased Milton with a mixture of anger and disgust, realizing what must have happened.

The Governor must have handcuffed her to the chair before he locked her in the room with an either dead or dying Milton. Andrea managed to escape from the chair, but not before Milton, who must have turned while she was still tied to the chair, took a big chunk out of her.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere," Michonne declared.

Andrea smiled at her gratefully before looking back at Caterina and Daryl. Her gaze dropped to the floor again before she turned back to Rick. "I tried," she sighed.

Rick nodded. "Yeah, you did," he agreed. "You did."

Caterina watched as Rick stood up and left the room with Daryl. Once they were gone, she turned her gaze back on Andrea, who was watching her. "I'm sorry," she muttered, not quite sure what else to say.

"Are we good?" Andrea asked.

The corners of her lips turned up in a small smile and she nodded. "We're good," she assured her.

Andrea smiled slightly herself.

Caterina lowered her gaze to the floor as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving Michonne and Andrea to themselves.

Rick stood waiting next to the door while Tyreese sat next to him on a random cabinet.

Daryl was standing against the sheet metal wall next to Tyreese. When he saw her come out, he held out his arm, motioning for her to come and stand with him. She didn't hesitate to go to his side, settling against the wall next to him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

After a few seconds of silence, the gun fired.

Caterina closed her eyes in despair and dropped her head on Daryl's shoulder, finding a little bit of comfort in the way that he tightened his grip on her.

Gabriele stood with Alison at the gate, waiting for the others to return.

He straightened when he noticed the motorcycle and truck coming up the driveway. "Alison," he called to his fiancée, gaining her attention and nodding to the approaching vehicles.

Alison turned to watch with him as they approached.

He could tell even from that distance that the bed of the truck was full of supplies, which he guessed that they had taken from Woodbury. But that was not what surprised him. What did was the armored bus following behind their people.

Once they were close enough, the couple opened up the gate, allowing the vehicles to pull into the courtyard.

They watched as Daryl and Rick drove to the very back to give room for the bus.

The two exchanged confused looks before closing the gate so that they could join the others, who started piling out of the cell block.

Daryl dismounted from his bike while Caterina exited from the truck along with Rick. Michonne opened the passenger side door, but didn't get out, choosing instead to sit in the open door, bent over her legs.

Everyone looked to Rick questioningly, but he just nodded.

They turned to watch as a familiar couple and one unfamiliar woman stepped off the bus and started helping people off.

Carol turned to Caterina as she approached the tailgate of the truck where Daryl was standing, staring at her quizzically. Caterina just smiled and nodded before opening the bed so that she and Daryl could start pulling out supplies.

While they worked, Rick went over to his son.

"What is this?" Carl wondered.

"They're gonna join us," Rick replied.

Carl glanced between the newcomers and his father, who nodded. He shook his head, clearly not liking the idea, and stormed off. Rick didn't seem to notice him this time around, since he had turned his attention on the newcomers as Tyreese herded everyone towards the second entrance to the cell block.

The three standing in the doorway—Hershel, Beth, and Michelle—stepped to the side to allow them entry.

Hershel patted Tyreese on the shoulder as he passed by and shook Sasha's hand.

Gabriele stepped around the group of people to approach Rick. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "You did the right thing," he said.

Rick smiled slightly.