MAKNAE [twd]

【29】

The car comes to a stop, making me pull my head up a bit. As the engine stops running, I pull my hood down and my headphones around my neck.

"You alone?" a man asks, sounding distant.

"Yes," Andrea answers blindly.

No.

"Enjoy your trip?" 

"Don't be smart, Martinez," she sighs.

"Come on in," he says.

Things get quiet after the gate opens and then closes again. It takes awhile until a couple voices sound closer than before.

"Wonder where she got the new ride," a man laughs.

"She's asking for it. Whatever Governor does to her is on her now," another says.

They get closer to the trunk and I burrow further against the backseat, pulling my hood back over my head and covering myself with the blanket left in here.

"She only spent a few months at the start with those assholes. If it were years, like us, I'd get it. But, just a few months?" the first scoffs

The two men's hands rub against the truck and I bite my lip, awaiting them to open it. But, they don't. Instead, the car begins to move as they push it together.

"With the rest?" one asks, receiving a quick 'yeah' afterwards.

They push for a little before one curses under his breath and my body jerks as the front of the car hits another outside.

"It's fine. It's a small thing, Shumpert will probably just syphon the gas and leave it here. Too small to use on runs."

"All right. Let's get back in, I'm freezing my sack off out here."

I could faintly hear their footsteps stray away, a sigh of relief leaving me as the gates open and close back up again.

In the darkness, I feel around the back seat to the edge. Once I find it, I grab my knife and stab into it- unlocking the latch. Slowly, I ease the seat down, peering through the crack.

The two men had pushed the car in the same area Rick led us last time we were here and I wasn't sure to be grateful for their stupidity or laugh at it. I was here before. I knew this area. I remembered the way in that Michonne led us through.

I push the seat all the way down, climbing through into the backseat and pulling my bag around me before pushing it closed again in case they noticed it later on. I ease into the floorboard, feeling safer in the darker corners rather than a sitting duck in the backseat.

I reach to my bag, grabbing one of the silencers I'd snuck out from the prison's supplies, quickly attaching it to my gun and making sure it was fully loaded.

Resting my back against the door, stretching my legs out to the other side, I take a few seconds to breathe- the ability much easier than it was an hour ago in the cramped up trunk.

I rest my gun in my lap, pulling my headphones off to place it safely in my bag. Checking through the bag, I grab the water bottle I brought, guzzling a few gulps before placing it back as well.

Once my limbs felt stretched out and oxygen was back in my lungs, it wasn't long until I saw the group of men climbing down from their post on top of the wall.

Startled, I quickly turn around, carefully unlocking the door and pushing it open as quietly as I could. Crawling to the ground, I push the door back- though it doesn't latch all the way. I keep my back to the car, my figure behind the tire for more coverage. 

Just as I successfully make it there, the new group of people keeping watch are filing in to the spots on top of the wall.

The timing couldn't have been better.

Just as we'd done two days ago, I keep quiet and swift as I move around the vehicles. Going back the way Michonne led us in, I find myself in that same shop from last time.

I look to the racks of food, smiling softly at the memory of Rick stuffing a bag of chips in my bag.

Remembering the man that came in last time, I keep myself closer to the floor to avoid shadows in the windows. Once to the window though, I peer out as little as possible.

There were only a few people- maybe four. Clearly their curfew had gotten stricter after last time.

I place my gun under my arm to hide the size of it and so I didn't drop it- the handle facing the way I was so I could grab it quickly. Zipping my jacket up enough so the gun couldn't be seen, I pull my hood back up around me to hide my features.

Peering out the window once more, I take a deep breath before walking to the door. Opening it as little as possible, much like the car door, I slip out and close it back, taking scurrying steps to seem as though I wasn't near it at all.

A couple walks right past me, not giving me a single look as they giggle to themselves. Blend in. I was blending in.

Calmer, I pick my shoulders up, walking as though I belonged here and wasn't scared of eye contact- which I was.

I glance around to the buildings that seemed more intimidating as all the lights were off. The view made it scarier not knowing what the inside held. Apartments, shops, restaurant-like places.

But, I was only looking for the Governor's apartment.

--

Glenn held a smile on his face as he sat on the edge of the bed in he and Maggie's cell, catching Maggie off guard as she walks in.

"Hey," he greets.

"Hey yourself. You know we're at a war, right?" Maggie questions, "What's with the grin?"

Glenn smiles brighter, waving the letter in his hand, "Hana left this on my bag. She's admitting that she needs time. That's a step, right?"

Maggie grows her own smile, thankful that it seemed the girls' sleepover did something, "Any step is a step. It's good she's opening up."

"It is," Glenn happily says in relief, "I'm proud of her."

--

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈--

honestly the part thar hurts the most is glenn thinking everything is fine meanwhile hana is just--