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Stars of the Dead

He Makes Me Sick

Chapter 20 – He Makes Me Sick


Continuing in Maggie’s P.O.V


Pete was given back his knife, Rick seemed to have quickly trusted this man; trust is not what Rick gives out easily. There was something about Pete; he sent out good vibes, he seemed like a genuine and honest guy fearing for his niece’s safety.

“When did you last see them?” I asked.

“Hours ago. They had ‘em tied to a pole in the middle of the street. The Governor’s right hand woman-“

“Wait, woman?” Rick interrupted Pete.

“Yeah, don’t know much about her. I only got here this time yesterday. All I’ve gathered is that she’s an evil, twisted bitch. She made Lily take off her clothes.” Pete explained.

The terror returned; Lily was experiencing what I went through. A shiver went up my spine as I experienced a flash back of The Governor bending me over a table and threatening to rape me.

“She got one of the men to go up to her and try to abuse her. Thank god my lil’ girl can fight, although I never knew she was that foul mouthed.” He laughed lightly. “She kept him away and kicked his ass in front of the other men.”

“What about Daryl?” Carl asked, “Seen him?”

“Naw, sorry son. I ain’t seen anyone after that, I’ve been lookin’ and waitin’ for you guys all night.” Pete went to put a hand on Carl’s shoulder but he stepped back out of the way.

“He don’t like strangers.” Rick almost apologised, “Well not ones that have been on the inside of these walls. Can you show us a way in?”

Pete nodded and took the lead.

Michonne was on full alert, “Shouldn’t we be in the trees? For camouflage?” she asked.

“No, it’s okay out the back of here. This whole back end of the town is deserted. Not even any guards. We’re okay.” Pete explained but kept his pace quick.

“Why?” I asked.

“It ain’t a pretty sight, or smell down here.” Pete grimaced.

Glen and I glanced at each, both faces puzzled.

The back of Woodbury was nothing like the front, there were crazily over grown weeds, scrap chunks of metal left randomly, the occasional burnt circle in the grass. It was very untidy and very apocalyptic like on this half of town.

“What on earth is that smell?” Rick asked; his face all contorted.
I wondered what he meant but then it hit me, and the rest.

Carl grabbed hold of his nose, I clamped my hand over my mouth and nose.

“What IS that?” Glen asked; his nose crinkled upwards as if to stop the smell from entering his nose.

“Dead bodies.” Michonne answered. “And lots of them by the smell of it.”

“She got it,” Pete sighed.

We walked up to a poorly constructed metal door made out of scrap junk, in fact all the walls on this half were made from scrap metal. Was this a cheap extension or something?

“Right,” Pete stopped and looked down, “This ain’t going to be nice. You should cover your lad’s eyes.” He pointed to Carl while looking at Rick.

Rick nodded.

Glen weaved his fingers through mine, as Pete opened the door. The smell was overwhelming. I leaned over to vomit but all I did was bork.

“After you,” Rick gestured to Pete.

Rick, wanting to protect his son from the scene inside, pulled down Carl’s sheriff hat over his eyes and took his hand so he knew where he was going and followed after Pete.

Michonne was soon after, then Glen and I.

Both the smell and the picture shocked me to my very core. There were bodies everywhere.

They must have been here for weeks, the state they were in. The body count must have been up to 40 people, both men and women.

We ran through the middle, a small pathway was available to us, piles of bodies were on either sides of us.

We got to the door, I was hoping to run straight threw it as I didn’t think I could stand to be in this room any longer with the deceased. There was something very different about being around walker carcasses and human rotting bodies.

Like the door we came through, this one was just a large piece of scrap metal that just needed shifting out of the way but this door was a lot heavier and took longer to open.

I began to panic and fidget. Glen stroked my arm in an attempt to calm me down.

“They’re children!” Michonne exclaimed.

“And old people,” Carl said as he peeped from under his hat.

I began to cry, I knew what The Governor did here. Once we scared him off, he opened fire on all his ‘soldiers’. We he returned to Woodbury to the kids, babies, old men and woman, he killed them too. Poor defenceless people, who thought they had found a saviour, were shot dead because The Governor couldn’t be bothered to take care of them anymore. He makes me sick.

“No, the majority of them are walkers.” Glen confirmed when he took a closer look; some of the bodies had been decaying for longer than a couple of weeks.

That meant The Governor left the old and young to die in the mitts of walkers; the worst way to go.

Rick let go of Carl’s hand, pointless as his curiosity got the better of him and he witnessed the bodies, and helped Pete with the door. The pair managed to move it enough to fit the five of us through.

I gasped at the clean air.

“That was disgusting.” Glen said.

“How did you know about that?” Rick asked suspiciously.

“Went for a look about when I came here yesterday, honestly, ya should have seen the state I was in when I came across it.” Pete shook at the memory. “I knew I had stumbled into somethin’ crazy. It’s that Governor. And his bitch, she brings it out of him.”

Who was this woman? Where had she come from and what did she have to do with all this?
“This isn’t our only mission ya know,” Rick began to clear the air. “We’re also here to kill The Governor.”

“Lily says that it were The Governor that shot my Jake.” Pete said.

“He killed my bestfriend.” Michonne spoke.

“He beat my boyfriend and left him tied to a chair with a walker in the room.” I said.

“He put my girlfriend through physical and mental abuse.” Glen added.

“He continually terrorises my family.” Rick expressed his feelings towards the group; we were now a family to him.

“I’d love to kill that man with my very own hands.” Pete said, like doing so would honour his son’s death. “But I see that we’ve all got our reasons to kill him.”

“Let’s just see who gets him first.” Michonne’s face stayed hard, she was serious.

“It don’t matter who kills him no more, as long as he’s dead.” Carl said.

We nodded in agreement; the world would be a better place without this man. Our lives would, surprisingly, be a lot safer with him dead. This needed to end today.

“So where do we go now?” Glen asked Pete.

“This way. There’s a passage way, it goes under ground and leads to the building where Lily and Carol were kept last. I was shown this as an escape route on my briefing yesterday. They’ve been preparin’ themselves for ya.” He explained.

“They’ve been preparin’ an escape route. Fannies!” Carl laughed.

“Watch your mouth son,” Rick said sternly. “This ain’t a joking matter. Is it safe?” he asked Pete.

Pete pulled a face, “It’s supposedly meant to have the infected inside. Not too many, enough for The Governor to take out and get by but it’s meant to be enough to stop ya’ll from using it.”

“It’ll be no problem,” Michonne said as she wiped her sword.
“I believe you ma’am,” He said, eyeing up her sword.

“Michonne, you lead the way. Take out any in sight, I’ll be right behind ya. Pete, you’ll be behind me so you can direct Michonne and I. Carl, behind Pete. Glen, Maggie- I want you guys to be look out at the back of the queue.” Rick informed us on our roles, “This passage way, will it have other doors and entrances?”

“Yes, but it’s been hardly used. But now The Gov’s expectin’ yas, he might send someone down.” Pete admitted.

“We can handle that.”

It was a huge weight off our shoulders having Pete here to help, he gave us all the inside information on The Governor and his new woman. We probably wouldn’t have been able to even get inside without his help. We owe him.

We lurked through the shadows, sticking low and staying quiet. So far we hadn’t come across any of The Governor’s men.

Pete led us into, what looked like a metal barn, an empty metal barn. On the other side of the room was a trap door, the door to the passage. I nervously followed, knowing that The Governor was nearby really made me scared. Out of all the things to be scared of in the world today, I am scared of this one, lonely man.

Rick opened the square door to the tunnel. I peeped over the edge to see what I would be entering; it was dimly lit with occasional candles on the wall, it smelt damp and of the dead.

Michonne jumped down first, followed by Rick then Pete. Glen helped lower Carl down as it was too big of a height for him to jump, then the pair of us swung down.

The passage way was only wide enough for us to walk in single file, and I didn’t like it. I preferred walking in a group so there was at least someone to protect you left, right and centre.

Our steps echoed down the corridor but we stayed as quiet as we could, ears open for walkers and thugs.

Although I couldn’t see Michonne at the front of our conga line, I heard the slice of her sword and a small thud, clearly decapitating a walker, one of The Governor’s men would have made a lot more noise to alert the others.

“Mind the body,” Rick whispered.

I stepped over the headless, very skinny body of the walker.

“I’m sure they’ll be more to come.” Pete said.

“Check the other leading off passages when we come to them, don’t want walkers coming at us from behind if we miss ‘em.” Rick ordered, we were not going to let a walker ruin this rescue and kill mission.

We carried on at a rushed pace, passing at least 3 empty corridors; two on the left, one on the right.

“Whoa!” Michonne exclaimed.

Rick raised his voice, “Get back, step back!”

I heard the groaning of walkers, many of them.

Carl, in front of me, raised his gun and stepped forward; desperate to be in the action.

“No Carl,” I pushed his gun down and pulled him back by his shoulders.

Michonne, Rick and Pete awkwardly took out the walkers, awkwardly because of the room they had to move and swing.

“We’re nearly there.” Pete said as he tried to catch his breath.

Notes

Do you see a relationship forming between Rick and Pete? Or do you think it is just because they have common interests in getting Lily (and Daryl) out of there? How do you think Team Prison will handle the death of Carol? And do you think The Gov and Bella are going to get away with what they have done to their friends? Leave your thoughts below! I'd love to hear what you think'll happen and what you think of the story so far.

Thank you for reading and commenting xx

Comments

@jenniferemmadixon
Thank you!
walkingrosie walkingrosie
10/23/13
That's great! !!
@Mortisse
No no! Haven't upset me, just putting it out there hahaha
walkingrosie walkingrosie
9/6/13
@walkingrosie
I hope I am not upsetting you, I was trying to make it constructive criticism, if I didn't truly enjoy it I wouldn't bother to comment at all I would have stopped after the first chaptee. :D
Mortisse Mortisse
9/6/13
@Mortisse
Well it's only the case for the first chapter or so, this is my first ever fanfiction
walkingrosie walkingrosie
9/5/13