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More than Survival

Open Road

****FlashBack****

"Get that gun out of my face!" Jolene demanded, standing her ground, even though she knew this was a losing battle. She was under a bridge, trying to catch her breath while staying out of sight. After escaping from jail eight days before, she was stranded on the outside of the city. Alone, hungry, exhausted, and ready to stop fighting off the supposedly dead people.

"Look, sugar tits. It ain't nuttin' personal, just trying to survive. This world's gone deeper down the shit hole and I'm on a mission to find my baby brother, so I need what you got to survive. Not too late to change your mind, hun. We could help each other, I'll scratch your back and you could scratch mine." The older man with a shotgun to Jolene's face informed with his husky, Southern accent, perverted aura, and sadistic smirk.

"This is mine." Jolene stared at the army backpack filled survival accessories. "I had to fight my way for it and I'm not about to give it up to some trailer trash redneck."

"You do see that you're outmatched, right, sweetheart?" The man grinned. "Why don't you just make like a woman and surrender? If you play nice, I'll let you go easy, how does that sound? Cuz I'd hate to damage that purtty little face of yours, so hand the bag over to your new pal Merle here."

"Just kill me now." Jolene took a step closer to his shot gun, ready to swallow her fate. She was tired and didn't want to continue in the world alone. "You could have the bag over my dead body." She provoked.

The man chuckled, amused with the woman who was dumb enough to step closer to his shotgun. What Jolene didn't know was that his shotgun was empty. He struck her down with the butt of his gun, opening the skin on her forehead and stood over her, ready to beat Jolene down some more before he took what he wanted. "Shoulda played nice." Merle kicked her in the ribs.

*Boom*

A bullet hit the concrete wall of the bridge, almost missing the man over Jolene. Merle quickly glanced back and saw a tall, older man running over to him. He decided to run away and leave the backpack behind that he wanted from Jolene, thinking the man running towards him was with her and without a loaded shotgun, he wasn't going to win the battle he thought he would have.

From the corner of Jolene's eye, she saw a man pacing towards her as Merle ran for his life. Laying there in pain, she thought he was was just another man trying to take her stuff or something much worse that she didn't bother getting up, hoping the new arrival would make it quick and put her out of her misery, once and for all.

"Are you okay?" The man bent down to her aide.

"Just get it over with." Jolene croaked, shutting her eyes tight.

"Let me help you up." The man wrapped her arm around his neck, helping her get on both feet.

Jolene stared at him, not knowing what to do or say as she backed away from him, trying to regain her composure."What do you want?"

"Nothing." The man stared into her eyes, honesty in his words. "Just a father on a mission." He picked up her backpack, Jolene carefully studied his movements and was sure he was robbing her. "Philip." The man introduced himself as he handed over her backpack. "It's not safe out here."

"It's not safe anywhere." Jolene quickly grabbed her backpack, still keeping an eye on his movements.

Phillip stared at Jolene, sensing good in her. Good, but lost and obviously troubled. In that moment, he decided to take her under his wing if she would let him. "You shouldn't trust anyone. They'll tell you what you want to hear and they could be your worst nightmare, but if you're going to trust anyone, might as well be me. I can show you safety." He pulled out a heavy pocket knife from his pants pocket and willingly handed it over to her.

"Where?" Jolene stared at the pocket knife, wondering what his motive was.

"Woodbury."****


The four seconds after the bullet penetrated straight into Lori's skull felt surreal, out of this world and too difficult for Jolene to grasp. That gunshot seemed louder than all the rest, making her unsteady and unable to hear anything else but the firing of the gun when the trigger was pulled. Within those four seconds, the truck came to a stop and out came The Governor, reloading his Heckler & Koch MP5A2 submachine gun.

"Time to come home." The Governor grinned through his teeth, eagerly waiting to grab a hold of the woman who had caused all the chaos.

Finally she was face to face with the man who had destroyed the very little good going for her. Without any hesitation or thought, Jolene raised her gun and fired.

*CLICK*



"Hurry!" Beth frantically rushed to her father's aide, helping him into the bus as the rest of the group trampled in.

"I'll drive." Jensen quickly took over the driver's seat, turning the key in the ignition, awakening the bus.

Maggie glanced at Jensen with aversion. If she would have listened to him they would have left Hershel, Glenn and the rest of the group behind.

"Wait! Where's Joe?" Clementine worriedly looked around for her.

The group quickly gathered themselves together and looked out the windows of the bus, trying to find Jolene but sadly discovering that she was nowhere within their vision.

"Jolene." Rick muttered as he stumbled over himself, making his way to the bus door.

"No! She's lost now!" Shane forcefully pulled Rick away from the door.

"We gotta go!" Jensen growled as he saw some of The Governor's men running from a distance towards the bus. Jensen pushed down on the gas pedal and sped out of the prison. His heart shattered knowing that Jolene was not in the bus and a little part of him wanted to search for her, but knew that would be a suicide mission. The woman he had his heart set on was long gone.

Jolene zoned out of reality with the sound of an empty chamber. This was it; she knew it was all over and that he succeeded in her capture. At this point, she wished she could trade places with Lori.

The rest of The Governor's army scattered away from him and into the prison, proceeding to the back to find the rest of Jolene's group, leaving The Governor alone with her.

The Governor grinned ear to ear and stepped forward to claim his prize. He laid down his gun, tightly grabbed a fistful of her hair in his large right hand as he dragged her towards himself but she quickly countered, clocking him in the nose with the butt of her gun. The battle was on.

"You stupid bitch." The Governor groaned as he quickly retaliated with a fist to her bottom lip. Jolene flew back, eyes shut with searing pain quickly coming to. The Governor rushed behind her and kicked the back of her knee, making her collapsed hard onto the pavement on both knees, right beside Lori's dead corpse. He wanted to take a good look at the face who had caused all the chaos, so he positioned himself in front of her, once again grabbing a chunk of her hair to pull her head up. "Get used to kneeling."

"Fuck you." Jolene gathered whatever saliva she had in her dry mouth and spat right in the middle of his face. She tried to not stare down at Lori's body but to no avail. The moment she glanced down, her stomach turned to triple knots.

The Governor's eyes closed with ecstasy. The sensation of her spit dripping down his nose gave him a rush of pleasure and dominance. Her doing everything in her power to rebel turned him on because in the end, he knew she had no way out of his grasp. She was his toy to play with. He formed a fist with his free hand and pulled it back to make the blow impactful.

"Hey!" Martinez shouted as he stood a few feet away from The Governor with the girl in the pigtails standing behind him.

The Governor opened his eyes; his hand still entangled in her hair, relaxed his clenched fist that was ready to strike her with and shifted his body to face Martinez, who was ready to fire a bullet into The Governor's skull.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance." The Governor stared dead in Martinez's eyes. "Go ahead…kill me." He let go of Jolene's hair and pushed her face away, making her fall back to the floor and turned his whole body. He gently picked up his submachine gun then started taking baby steps towards Martinez.

Martinez stuttered for a moment, a little part of him wished he never turned on The Governor. He had security, daily food and a place to sleep without the worries of a biter eating him for dinner. Despite the sudden fear, Martinez knew it was the right thing to do and pulled the trigger before The Governor got too close.

*CLICK*


The Governor quickly leapt forward and punched Martinez in the eye, knocking him away a couple of feet. The girl gripped her pocket knife and raised her right hand but The Governor swiftly punched her in the jaw, making her fall to the ground and scurry into the prison.

Martinez wanted to go after him but it was the perfect time to get out of there before anything else unfortunate would happen. He held his hand out to help the girl get up on her feet, then made his way over to Jolene.

"We gotta go." Martinez grabbed Jolene's right arm and put it over his shoulder while wrapping his other arm around her waist to help her up.

"Keys are still in the ignition." The girl shouted out to Martinez and Jolene as she was standing beside The Governor's open truck.

"Let's go." Martinez grabbed Jolene's wrist and pulled her towards the truck.

"No!" Jolene shook free from his grip. "We gotta get to the bus."

"I hope there's another bus. We just saw it leave the prison." The girl stated.

"Wh…what?" Jolene's heart dropped as her eyes started flickering, trying to adjust to the bombshell news.

"Whoever is left in your group is gone." Martinez would have done anything at that moment to avoid breaking the tragic news to her.

"No…no, no." Jolene gulped, not wanting to believe that Rick, Clementine, Carl and everyone she knew was gone.

"We gotta go." Martinez opened the passenger side door and quickly helped Jolene in.

The sounds of a few coughs and sniffles echoed the bus, no one knew what to say or even where to go. Andrea tried holding in her pain, but she couldn't anymore. She started moaning in agony as she tightly held her upper right leg around the bullet wound. Hershel got out of his seat and walked over to Andrea to attend to her wound.

"We need to stop soon. If we don't get this bullet out of her leg…" Hershel was cut off.

"Stop where?" Jensen snarled.

Hershel ripped the long sleeve of the flannel over shirt that Andrea kept folded up and tightly wrapped it around her wound. "Anywhere, we need to find the proper tools to…"

"Look around you! Does it look like we have a nearby clinic?!" Jensen argued, staring at the dark trees surrounding them while speeding down the dirt road, only able to see what the head lights allowed him.

"I'm fine." Andrea gulped. She was far from fine, but the arguing made matters worse and she would much rather have it quiet.

Rick was slumped over, his elbows resting on his knees as his right hand interlocked with his left, letting his head rest on his hands as Carl sat next to him staring at nothing but the specks of dirt on the floor. They both couldn't believe that they just witnessed the woman in their lives die before their eyes and couldn't believe that Jolene, the woman they were growing closer to each day, was gone as well. Their mental state was beyond rock bottom, and neither one of them knew how to cope with it. Nothing around them seemed to exist anymore.

Carol's head was buried deep into Daryl's vest, quietly sobbing to herself, for she too was at an all time low. Sophia counted on her to keep her safe and she couldn't. If she had a pistol in her hands at that moment, she would have blown her brains out. Children should be burying their parents instead of parents burying their children, and no mother should outlive her child.

Shane stood at the back of the bus trying to comprehend what just happened and Glenn sat by Clementine, rocking her slowly to comfort the frightened child. Maggie got up from the edge of her seat and Beth kept her eyes on her as she was holding on to Charlie. Maggie rushed towards Jensen and pushed him on the shoulder.

Jensen took his eyes off the road and angrily looked up to her. "What the…"

Maggie interjected. "I've had just about enough of…"

As Maggie was about to let out her anger on Jensen, all the tires on the bus simultaneously blew, making the bus lose control. Jensen, who had his foot pressed all the way down on the gas, tried to take back control, but it was too late and he had lost control. The bus swerved to the right and everyone on the bus tried to grab on tight to their seat and each other, bracing themselves for the impact that was unavoidable.

"Hold on!" Shane yelled over Clementine's screaming.

Maggie tried to hold on to Jensen but quickly flew forward, not able hold on to him on time.


After a few minutes of driving at full capacity, Martinez stopped the truck.

"Why are we stopping?" The girl questioned.

"Gotta check our arsenal." Martinez checked the inside for any weapons, then got out of the truck and checked the back. One shot gun, a sniper rifle and a machete was all they had to their names with limited ammo.

"Is that all we have?" The girl got off the truck, worry clearly sketched on her face.

"Yeah."

"Well, we have my pocket knife it that helps...which it probably won't." She stated.

"It counts. A simple pocket knife saved my ass countless times." Martinez stared into the dark woods.

Jolene sat on the passenger seat, not a word or a movement from her as she was still trying to put together what had happened at the prison.

"What are we going to do about her?" The girl questioned nodding her head to the side at Jolene.

"Let her cope, she just lost her group." Martinez looked into the truck and eyed Jolene. "We should keep going."

"Go where?" The girl asked.

"Far away from here, just let me take a piss first."

The whole front of the bus was crushed in as it rammed hard into a tree. Jensen remained in his seat, but the impact took a toll on him. With shattered glass from the front window flying into his face and simultaneously hitting his face hard into the steering wheel caused a two inch gash across his forehead along with a few more little cuts on his face. Maggie was thrown back and forth and when the impact came she fell hard to the ground and unfortunately, her hand broke her fall.

Everyone else was scattered all around the bus, their bodies aching from being thrown out of their seats.

"Help." Andrea groaned as she tried to sit up after falling off her seat.

Shane slowly pushed himself up from the ground and limped over to Andrea.

"I can't move my leg." She panicked.

Everyone slowly got on their feet, grunting from the pain but luckily only suffering minor cuts and bruises.

"Shh. Did anyone hear that?" Glenn's left ear twitched from a small sound outside the bus.

Everyone tried to stay quiet in attempts to listen. Daryl took a look through the window and noticed a dark figure disappearing into the woods, which raised his suspicions. Walkers beckon to noise, not away from it, so what exactly walked away from them? Carl was looking out the window on the opposite end of Daryl and noticed a few shadowed figures appearing from the darkness and making their way to the bus.

"Dad…" Carl breathed with his heart speeding faster than a bullet.

Shane left Andrea's side and moved Carl away from the window and took a look outside. "Oh shit…"

Notes

Sorry for the late updates on this story. I'm going through some issues that is taking away a lot of my energy right now. I have not forgot about this story and will continue to write when I can. Thank you for your patience, kind words and for supporting this story, it means the world! I always like to hear what you lovely readers think so don't be afraid to drop a comment.

I would like to thank my beta reader, rocknrollprinces131 (Elana) on FanFiction.net She has been my beta Reader on Chapter 12 all the way to this chapter. If you are ever on FanFiction.net check out her Walking Dead story, its pretty awesome!

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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Bastard

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Dame

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Same thing step up

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No Daryl should have got some

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