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More than Survival

Running from Woodbury

Jolene grabbed the keys from the dead police officer and tried un cuffing the handcuffs on her wrists. She was shaken up from what just happened that it took her a few tries to finally unlock the cuffs. She threw them to the ground and ran. She busted through the front door of the police station and ran for her life. She had no clue what was happening but something was obviously not right.

Jolene ran to Jensen’s house, her best friend, the only person who knew she was innocent. She heard police sirens nearing and in panic she jumped behind a bush for cover hoping they didn’t see her and that they were not after her. She poked through the bush and the police car raced out of her vision.

She sighed in relief and she jumped back out making her way to his house.

She was running on the sidewalk and ran past a few houses with doors wide open and the sound of screaming from a distance. Jolene stopped in front of a light blue house to take a few breaths before she started running again.

“Please, please help me.” An elderly woman walked out of the house and slowly tried making her way to Jolene. She was holding her stomach, her pink nightgown covered with blood and pale as if she was sick.

Jolene took a few steps back from the woman. “I’m sorry…” She whispered and continued running.

She finally reached the front of Jensen’s home and realized something was wrong. The front door was wide open with blood splattered on the front porch. She slowly walked up the porch and with horror she threw up yesterday’s lunch. Jensen’s Golden Retriever laid dead in the middle of the living room, the body ripped open and intestines everywhere. After she finished vomiting she wiped her mouth with her shirt, ran in Jensen's car that was wide open, hotwired it and jammed out of the city.

Five Months Later

Philip, the leader of Woodbury found Jolene along the way. He saved her from the horrors of what civilians had become once shit hit the fan. A story Jolene tries to forget. Every city seemed to be infected with the walking dead except for the small community of Woodbury. They had it fenced up and Philip had several men on look out all day and night to make sure the dead didn’t make their way in. It was safe enough to have the survivors walk around the streets without having to worry about anything but for everyone’s safety they all had a curfew, once dusk was upon us everyone goes back in their homes until dawn.

His daughter Penny died two months after Jolene joined Woodbury. She was bitten by a bitter after a herd broke down the fence. Bitters, a name that Philip came up with instead of calling them the walking dead. Jolene was taken back a bit, she had gotten close to Penny. Philip left her in Jolene’s care when he was out taking care of business.

Since then Philips behavior changed. He was a man set out to protect Penny, a man of reason and negotiation. A man who put the needs of others before himself and now Jolene had noticed that he had become more ruthless, power hungry and what he says goes, no matter what. It went far enough for him to declare a new name, a name everyone in Woodbury calls him now…The Governor.

Jolene didn’t blame him for the change. Anyone who would lose their old life and family would change and the only reason she was holding everything in so well was because before all this started she had already lost her old life. She had nothing to lose anymore and no one to care for. Even though she didn’t blame him for the man he was turning out to be she couldn’t help but to be a little afraid of him. She found him to be pretty off as he gained power but she couldn’t put her finger on it, he kept her in the dark.

“Jolene.” Philip stumbled into her room. He looked at her and he couldn’t hold in his emotions for her anymore. He wanted her.

“Philip, are you drunk?” She got up from her bed and walked up to him.

Philips actions did the talking as he wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her close to him. “I’m so lonely Jolene.”

“I know." She felt compassion for him. "You’re drunk, let me take you to bed.” Jolene gently pushed him away from her and grabbed his hand to lead him to his room.

Philip resisted and pulled her back into his arms. “I love you.” He whispered and went in for his first kiss with her.

“Philip…” She jerked her head back, escaping his lips.

“You understand me. You know my pain. I lost my wife, Penny…everything.” He poured his heart out as he grabbed the back of her head to bring her closer for a kiss.

She could taste the bourbon in his warm breath.

“Philip.” She pushed him away. “Let’s not go there.” She looked up to him. She didn’t see him as anything more than just a friend, a man who saved her life and brought her to this safe community.

He pulled her back in forcefully now, wanting to have his way with her. He was drunk, lonely and horny, a bad combination for a power hungry man. Jolene whimpered in pain from his grip, trying to push him away. He over powered her and pushed her onto the bed. He unbuckled his belt that held his gun and hunting knife and dropped it to the floor.

“Philip please, stop.” She pleaded.

“I saved your life, I work hard to keep you safe, it’s the least you could do.” He unbuttoned and zipped down the zipper of his pants.

She quickly got off the bed and backed away from him slowly. “Philip! Please, don’t do this.”

He paid no attention to her words as he walked over to her. She turned and picked up the lamp that rested on the night stand and bashed it over his head. Glass shattered over his head and he collapsed down to the floor.

She stood there in shock. She didn’t know what to do. She walked over to his body and put her index and middle finger to the side of his neck checking for a pulse. He was still breathing just unconscious.

She walked over and pulled out the hunting knife and gun from his belt. Jolene did the only thing she could do, the only thing she knows, run. She grabbed her back pack and packed some clothes and ran down stairs. She took two water bottles and a few snacks for the road and left the house. She quickly walked over to the fence where Philips right hand man Martinez stood.

“Where you goin?” Martinez anaylized the situation at hand.

“Get out of my way.” She walked passed him.

“Hey, you can’t leave.” He grabbed her shoulder and turned her to him.

“Watch me!” She shrugged away from him.

Martinez grabbed her shoulder again but Jolene quickly turned to him and aimed the gun to his face. He jolted back a step and she backed away from him.

“If you’re gonna shoot me then shoot me.” She walked away from him and jumped over the tires that surrounded the fence.

“He killed them!” Martinez yelled out to her as she was walking away. Jolene turned around and looked at Martinez from outside the fence. “The man who tried leaving a month ago, Gregg and his sister, The Governor had me track them down. When I did, he killed them, toyed with them first. When he finds out your gone, even though I don’t want to…you know we have to do what we have to do.” Martinez warned her.

“I’ll be waiting.” She turned and walked away.

It hurt her to hear those words come out of Martinez’s mouth. Occasionally they would share a drink and talk for hours. He was her only true friend in Woodbury. She knew once Philip regained consciousness they will track her down and it would all be over. She knew very well Philip was capable of anything but she wouldn’t let herself be afraid, not anymore.

Notes

Rick and Daryl make their appearance in the third chapter incase you're wondering when they will show up.

As for Jolene you will find bits and pieces of the past she is running from in future chapters. Like for starters, why was she handcuffed in a police station?

Hope it caught your attention so far!

Comments

No carol and Daryl make no sense. To abuse people together what they have to share Daryl beth yes later on

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2/10/15

Bastard

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2/10/15

Dame

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2/10/15

Same thing step up

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2/10/15

No Daryl should have got some

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2/10/15