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After Woodbury, the three women knew better than to be anything less than careful with a group. The insanity inside of Woodbury’s walls still lingered, the blood thirst of the Governor still haunted each of their minds.

“Do you remember what to do, Pres?” Carol asked. The girl nodded. She half wished that Michonne was the one doing this. She sucked in a sharp breath as Michonne handed her the handgun. Reluctantly, she gave up her bow and quiver.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep a hold on it.” She promised, offering her a smile as she slung the weapon over her back beside the katana.

“You’d better.” Presley looked down at Zeva, who looked up anxiously at her owner. “Stay, Zeva.” She commanded firmly. The dog’s ears flattened, showing her hesitation to the order. Regardless, the dog knew her place.

“Be careful, alright? Remember, we got our eyes on you.” Carol said reminded her. “You can do this, Pres.”

“Right.” Presley took a deep breath, nodding her head. “I’m ready.”

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Approaching the people was much more difficult than she would have ever anticipated. As she had been instructed, she acted wide-eyed and innocent, keeping her hair down to frame her face. Michonne claimed it made her look more ‘innocent’. She’d been stripped of the heavy-duty weapons, left with only her knives and a handgun. She knew she would have to give up the handgun the second they approached her.

Their eyes snapped up at the sight of her. Her hands trembled around the cold gun, adding into the innocent act. “I-is this Terminus?” Her voice wavered. She felt absolutely pathetic acting like this, and the urge to put a bullet through each of their heads was strong. However, that wouldn’t get Rick’s group out of there.

“Yes, you’ve arrived to safety.” A kind woman answered. She approached Presley with a warm, oblivious smile. The woman was oblivious to what Presley had been through, to what she was capable of doing. “You can lower your weapon, honey. Nobody will hurt you here.” Lies.

Presley lowered the weapon, but kept an iron grip on it. She swallowed the rising lump in her throat.

“Why don’t you come with me?” She chided. The urge to kick her ass was causing her fists to clench. Let go of them! She wanted to scream. Lady, I’ll show you why storms were named after girls.

She kept her mouth shut to avoid saying any of the profanities she wanted to throw in the woman’s face. “Can I have the gun?”

“Why?” Presley asked automatically, wincing when the hard edge escaped her tone. The woman didn’t seem to notice. She simply smiled. If Presley didn’t know what she had done to her group, she might have fallen for the genuine kindness of the woman. However, because of her knowledge, she was practically immune.

“It’s just a precaution.” A new voice greeted her. Darker and obviously more masculine. His eyes were darker and less friendly, but the small smile on his lips was an attempt to conceal that. They both approached her carefully. When they were close enough, Presley grabbed the barrel of the gun and offered it to them, turning her head away to avoid the look in their eyes. She feared the harshness in her gaze would give her away.

“Do you have any more weapons?” The man asked. She shook her head. They obliviously fell for her innocent act. She longed to smile victoriously. Suckers.She thought critically.

“Should we believe her?” The woman asked the man. The man said nothing. Presley looked up when he continued to approach her, tucking the gun into his waistband.

“I think we can.” He gently touched her shoulder. She jerked away, the Governor’s face flashing in her eyes. She clenched her fists to keep from lashing or crying out. It took a moment for the man’s face to return. “What’s your name?”

“Presley.” Identities at this day and age weren’t an issue anymore.

“We’re glad you got here safely, Presley. Are you alone?”

“I wasn’t.” She admitted softly. “I was coming her with a group. They… They didn’t make it.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, his voice dripping with what she assumed was false sincerity. She finally met his gaze, somehow managing to keep her cool. Now she really wished that it was Michonne here. She only nodded, sniffing and looking away.

“I’m Gareth, and this is Mary.” He introduced; his voice was disgustingly kind. “Are you hungry, Presley?”

“No.” She said after a second. She wasn’t dumb, but she didn’t want them to be suspicious, either. “But I am thirsty.”

Mary seemed concerned up until that point. She smiled, ushering Presley along. The raven-haired girl gave one look over her shoulder before following the two strangers. She was now leaving the safety of Carol and Michonne’s view.

Once she had been given a canteen of water, Mary parted away and Gareth continued to walk with her. He kept his stride short for her shorter legs, and she kept her head down to avoid his gaze. The air between them was uncomfortable for Presley. She wanted to knife him in the back the first chance she got.

“Here’s your gun back.” She looked surprised when he placed it into her free hand.

“You trust me?”

“You haven’t given us a reason not to.”

“But I haven’t given you a reason to trust me, either.” She pointed out. This puzzled him, but he smiled to recover.

“I have a feeling about you, Presley.” He said. “I’ll show you a place where you can sleep. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“I am.” She whispered. That was true, but she wouldn’t be doing any sleeping right now. She had to carry out with the plan. Her trust for this strange group was dwindling. As she walked past them, they continued to eye her like she was a walking piece of meat.

“Come on, then.” He urged. He took her to a small room, where bunk beds were sat up. It reminded her of the prison in a way. It probably was a prison. “I’ll leave the door open since there aren’t any windows. Find me in the courtyard when you’re done, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” She said, seating herself on the bed. He left, and she began counting. She counted to a hundred three times before peeking out the cracked door. Cautiously, she stepped out, easing the creaky door open. She pressed herself flush against the wall, holding her breath as she peered around the corner.

Empty and eerily silent.

She moved quickly, stepping heel to toe rather than toe to heel to hush her quick steps. She held no weapons, in case somebody spotted her. She stuck to the shadows of the setting sun, avoiding all signs of people.

She peered around another corner, stopping when she heard voices.

“I think we can trust her.” Gareth insisted to an unknown woman.

“You’re blinded by a pretty face, Gareth.” Mary scolded him. “You know how we run things around here.”

“We’re low on people.” He insisted again. It didn’t take Einstein to know who they were talking about. “We need more people.”

“How many people will accept who we are, Gareth?” Mary said. Her tone was cold and firm. “She’s just a girl with a pretty face. You know that. All she carried was a gun!”

“Did you look how she was holding the gun, mother?” He asked, pointing it out. “She’s more than she says she is. She knows what she’s doing. She’s been through things.”

“She hasn’t been through what we have been through, Gareth. She wouldn’t understand. Nobody will understand who we are unless they have been through what we have been through. We’ll be alright.”

“M-.”

“End of conversation, Gareth.”

Before they could notice her presence she darted away.

She reached the one side of the courtyard that Gareth had avoided. The place where she knew Rick was. She approached one of the large rusted boxes, pressing her hand against it as she studied the door. Hopefully Carol and Michonne would be ready and alert. They were supposed to keep an eye out for her at all times.

Just as she found the door and began reaching for it, however, a voice startled her.

“Presley?” She whipped around to see Gareth. His dark eyebrows were furrowed as he watched her. “What are you doing out here?”

“I-.” She sputtered. “I was looking for a pillow…”

 “Come here, yeah? We’ll find you one.” He promised.

“What’s in these?” She asked, curiously glancing at them.

“Nothing.” He lied.

Presley sighed, turning sharply towards him. Her blue eyes were shining brilliantly, and she dropped all signs of the tough act. With a fluid motion she whipped out the handgun, aiming right at his head. “I won’t bloody ask again, Gareth.”

He put his hands up, eyes wide. “Hey, whoa there…” He said, looking over his shoulder. “We have men on the roof, Presley. Do you want to get shot?”

“Who’s in there?” She cocked the gun, blue eyes hard.

“I will tell you if you put the gun away. There’s only one of you, Presley.” He said stiffly.

“That’s what you think.” She smiled, shooting his upper thigh. Within a second she had turned and unleashed the people in the jail-like place.

Again, I just want to thank you guys for all the support. You all have no idea how much it means to me and how happy I am to see it. It makes my life, and really helps my writing.

This definitely wasn’t my best chapter, but I will be posting a bit more over winter break. I have two weeks to get somewhere big with this story. I know it’s been kind of boring lately, so hopefully this will spice it up a little bit. And do not fret my babies, there will be more Desley action soon.

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