We push ammo into the gun that we have, and a branch snaps. We spin around, pointing our guns.

It's just Michonnie, and she motions for us to follow her. We do.

We slip into a tiny, blue, boarded up house. "This is where you were held?" Rick asks. "I was questioned." She corrects. "Any idea where else they could be?" He asks as Daryl peers out the window. "Thought you said there was a curfew," Daryl snaps. "The streets are packed during the day, those are stragglers." Michonnie snaps back.

"If anyone comes in here, we're sitting ducks. We gotta move." Rick says. "They could be in his apartment." Michonnie suggests. "Yeah? What if the ain't?" Daryl snaps, walking toward her. "Them we'll look somewhere else." Michonnie says. "You said that you could help us." Rick hisses. "I'm doing what I can!" She snaps. "Then where the hell are they?" Oscar asks.

"Oh, like she can pinpoint their exact location. Maybe they were here, and got moved. As far as we know, we are in, now we have to find them." I snap, peering out the window.

Daryl, Rick, and Oscar gather together to talk. Michonnie remains where she is, and I stay at the window.

Suddenly, someone pounds on the door. We hide quickly as the door opens, then closes.

"I know ya in he'ah. I saw ya movin' from outsade." A mans' voice says. "A'ight, now, ya not supposed ya be in he'ah and you-"

Rick lunges, one arm at the mans' throat, one arm holding the pistol at his head.

"Shut up! Get on your knees!" Rick hisses, pulling the man down. "Hands behind your back. Zip tie him. Where are our people?" He asks.

The man shakes his head. "I-I don't know!" He stammers.

"You are holding some of our people! Where the hell are they?!" Rick hisses, his voice growing louder.

"I don't know! I don't know!" The man whimpers.

"Open your mouth," Rick commands, stuffing a cloth into his mouth, gagging him. Daryl smashes his crossbow into the back of his head, knocking him out. They drag him behind the curtain.

We hear shots as we prepare to leave. We freeze, listening to the shouts of people. Rick cracks the door.

A yellow light streams through, and we peer out. People are running around, some toward the shots, some away. We creep out, slipping away.

We crouch behind a wall with a rusted window. We can hear them discussing what to do with them. We throw smoke bombs and flash bangs, and run back. We grasp Glenn and Maggie, pulling off the blindfolds and running.

We run lowly through the roads. Glenn needs help running, since he's so badly injured. Rick and Maggie help him along.

We duck inside an abandoned building. "Ain't no way out back here," Daryl calls. "Rick, how did you find us?" Maggie asks. "How bad he hurt?" I ask. "I'll be alright," Glenn grits out.

"Where's that woman?" Maggie asks. We freeze, looking around. "She was right behind us," Rick says, peering out the window.

Glenn pulls on a dusty blue jacket. "Daryl," Glenn moans, "This was Merle."

At the mention of his brothers' name, Daryl stops and looks at Glenn. "S-so my brother is Governor?" Daryl asks. "No. That's somebody else. Your brother is his lieutenant or something."
Maggie corrects. "D-does he know I'm still with ya?" He asks.

"He does now," Glenn moans. "Rick, in sorry, we told him where the prison was. We couldn't hold out." He adds. "Don't. No need to apologize." Rick says, hurrying back to the window.

"They're gonna be looking for us," Maggie says. "We have to get back," Rick says. "Can you walk?" He asks Glenn.

"We've got a car a few miles out." He adds. "I'm good," he moans, struggling to his feet.

"Hey, if Merle's around, I need to see him!" Daryl says frantically. "Not now. We're in hostile territory." Rick says. "He's my brother, there ain't-" Daryl begins to protest.

"Look at what he did to Glenn! We've gotta get out now." Rick hisses. "Man, I can talk to him, man-" Daryl protests.

"You're not thinking straight. Glenn an barely walk. How're we gonna make it out, if we get overrun by walkers, if this Govenor catches up to us, I need you!" Rick hisses. "Are you with me?" He asks.

"Yeah." Daryl says, surrendering.

We toss out smoke bombs, and then run. The flood light washed over us, and we begin shooting. I take out one man, and he falls.

We dive into a doorway. I reload my gun, and we run out.

Oscar helps us up a bus before someone takes him out. Maggie gives him mercy before climbing up. A fiery pain engulfs my left forearm, and I gasp.

We duck back into our original hiding spot outside the gates. A branch snaps, and we turn. It's Michonnie, crawling out from under the boxcar.

Rick cocks his gun, pointing it at her. "Where in the hell were you?" He growls as she presses herself against the boxcar side. The others circle her, guns ready.

"Put your hands up." Rick commands. She obeys. "Turn around."

After she turns, Rick takes her sword, and she turns back. Her hands drop to her side as Rick lowers his gun.

"Get why you came for?" Rick asks sarcastically.

"Where are the rest of your people?" She asks.

"They got Oscar," Glenn growls.

"Daryl's missing, you didn't see him?" Maggie asks. Michonnie shakes her head.

"If anything happens to him," Rick begins.

"I brought you here." Michonnie interrupts, "To save them."

"Thanks for the help." Rick says.

"You'll need help, to get them back to the prison. Or, to go back in there for Daryl. Either way, you need me." Michonnie says. It's clear she doesn't want to be left behind.

Rick begins to say something, but Michonnie cuts in. "And Isabelle is shot in the arm."

Everyone looks at my arm. In the fabric of my jacket is a little, jagged hole. Blood splatters the edges.

Good lord.