Summary: What if Andrea hadn’t been bitten?
It was a dark night, as Andrea and Milton were left alone in the room. He knew he was going to die, but he needed to help her. He got to his feet and grabbed the pliers he had left behind the chair. Then he used them to cut her free from the wires.
She got to her feet.
“Thank you.”
With his last dying breath he said, “You have to kill me now.”
She looked at him. Could she do it? She knew once he was dead, he would become a walker. He was her friend, though. Yet, she remembered that she had killed her sister after Amy had come back as one.
“Milton-,“ was all she could get out, as she looked at him.
As he sat against the wall, she knew she had to do something. It was run or kill him and then get out. She had to do the right thing. Everything went through her mind at once. She had to be quick, because he was already dead.
A moment later, he woke up and came at her. Then she was fighting for her life, as he tried to bite her. He was on top of her and strong. She kicked him off with her feet and reached for the pliers on the floor. At the same time she grabbed for them, he came at her again. He pinned her against a wall and she hit her head. With her free hand, she stabbed the pliers in through his head, killing him.
As she got to her feet, she realized how weak she was. Then, as she reached the wall by the door, everything went black.
Ric, Daryl, Shalom, Tyrese, and Sasha ran through the place towards the interrogation room, knowing they had to find Andrea.
“This is where he had Glenn and threw a walker at him,” Ric told Tyrese and Sasha.
They stopped by the door.
“On the count of three. Ready? 1,2,3,” Ric said.
He swung the door open and saw a foot behind the door.
“Andrea,” Ric said.
They walked in to see a dead walker and Andrea. She was out, but hadn’t been bitten. They could easily tell.
Ric knelt down and Daryl lowered his crossbow.
“We should get her back to the prison where she belongs,” Ric said.
Ric put his gun on safety and away, before he gently picked her up and everyone left the room.
It wasn’t long before they arrived back at the prison, and Andrea was in an empty cell. Hershel was in there taking care of her head wound and bloodied wrists from the wires.
When she came to, Andrea saw that she was in a cell in bed.
“So, sleeping beauty awakens,” Merle commented.
She looked at him, as he sat by her in a wooden chair.
“I’m just here to watch you, while they discuss things,” he told her, seeing her questioning look.
“What happened? Last thing I remember is killing Milton when he came back as a walker.”
“As far as I know, they came back with you and Hershel took care of you. He did a pretty good job, too.”
“I’ll have to thank him,” she replied.
She got to her feet, as did Merle. When she did, her head hurt and she held onto a bed post with one hand. The other went to her left temple.
“Whoa, hey, take it easy,” Merle said. “How are you feeling?”
“I’ll be better once my headache clears. Milton made me hit my head on a wall before I killed him.”
“I think we have some Aspirin,” he said.
She didn’t understand why he was being so kind and helpful in her time of pain, but then again, he had saved her from several more months of being out there, fighting for her life. She had been in tragic health before Woodbury. Merle had found her.
With his good hand, he led her down towards the others by the arm. Then he let go and watched her sit down at the table. He had a soft spot for her, because she was on the outside like he was, and she was a damsel in need. He admired Andrea, but he wouldn’t let the others know. He felt sorry for her too, because she had told him that she lost her sister to biters. If he had been there, he thought he could’ve possibly prevented it.
“She needs some pain killers,” Merle announced, before going back to his cell.
Soon after, Andrea was better and had told everyone everything. They welcomed her back into the group, too.
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