[color=39b54a]Rick clenched his jaw, telling himself he should listen to her talk for now instead of try to answer right away. She had a point to some extent. Though the threats of walkers and even other people were very evident, he had lead his people to hang on by pushing the scenario out of their minds. He was very guilty of it as well, doing everything he could to pretend he wasn't dying on the inside.

He shook his head. "I don't know, Jan." That was all he could really think to say.[/color]

[color=fff200]Andrea kept a close eye on Milton. He seemed to be telling the truth, but she knew the Governor. He probably hadn't even told the skittish man. She knew he wouldn't execute her in town. She would look too much like a martyr. It was easier to cover up a shooting in the woods. Just blame it on Rick or the walkers. Simple. Just like everyone else he had killed.

She kept he gun aimed at Milton, but focused her hearing on the sounds of moving tires. They seemed to be moving away now. Like the vehicles that were making the noise were driving past them and not stopping to meet them. This was interesting and she slackened her posture a little, still maintaining her aim.

"How can I be sure you're not lying?"[/color]

"He ain't lyin'" Merle stepped out. He held his hands up when Andrea's gun focused itself on him. 

"Why the hell would I [i]ever[/i] believe you?" She hissed.

"I don't like him either. But I'm better at hiding it." He shot a serious glance at Milton. "Don't report that. You're watching Blondy, not me. Got it?"