[color=39b54a]"Jan." Rick's voice was calm and quiet. "You need to calm down a bit. I know this is heavy, but letting it control you will only make it harder. So breathe a few deep breaths and try to relax." He knew telling her to calm down could very easily backfire, but it was the only thing he could think of.[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"I totally agree." Lara said, starting the truck. She hoped this thing resolved soon and for the better. She hated seeing these people hurt. When one person took a hit, they all did. It was the closeness that made her want to belong.[/color]

[color=fff200]"I'm not here because I want to be." Andrea walked into the room and took a seat near Milton. She knew that Milton was not a fan of the Governor, but she also knew he was a complete pushover. So easy to manipulate. She often found herself wondering how he had survived this long. "What am I doing?"[/color]

Merle nodded. "Yessir." When the Governor had his back turned to him, he made a face. The asshole thought he was fucking God and it pissed Merle off. Yet, Merle stayed. There was warmth, safety, food, respect. But he was really beginning to get tired of his shit.

When the Governor was guaranteed out of earshot, he pushed the door open. He carried in a rag that he would use to clean the torture tools in case the Governor came back. 

"Listen. That chair only needs a little work. You get out. You go get Rick and you don't say I sent you. Rick's the only way that asshole's gonna get was he's got comin'." He slipped a pair of scissors between Sam's thigh and the side of the chair, easy to reach if she ever broke free. "Or just do the job yourself." His voice was low and his gaze stayed on his own hands. He didn't want to look suspicious in the event that the Governor or any of his followers came to inspect.