"The Governor is the problem with Woodberry and so are his henchmen. Glad I got out of there when I did but it wasn't without a cost." Machonne placed her hand on the leg that was shot and checked the wound. It seemed to be doing better thanks to Hershel, but there was still some pain left over that she could work past. She found her self more concerned over Lara.

"I just hope Rick knows what he's gotten himself into with the Governor. Keeping heads in a tank, and his walker daughter?" Michonne didn't want to think about the tanks or Penny, and a man like that needs to be put down.

Janet smiled as Rick walked away and turned back to her cell to pack up her gear. She grabbed what little ammo she was allotted carefully putting it in her jacket pocket for later, and holstered her gun to her hip. She bent over her pack that was on the floor by the bed and looked for her hatchet and couldn't find it.

"Where the hell could it have gone?" She looked under the bed and found it waiting for her. It must of fallen out at some point.

When it was in her hands she looked it over and sighed seeing her fathers name on the blade. She tired keep the guilt at bay but it was welling up in her gut as she thought about her father's death. If only she had kept a better watch he would still be there with her. She snapped herself back to the moment and hooked the hatchet to her paints.

She grabbed Sam's pack along with hers and Sam's scooped rifle, and walked back over to Sam who was wrapping up with her side arm.

"Here, I brought your gear with me so you don't have to go back to the cell." 

"Thanks sis, just set it next to me if you could."