[color=39b54a]Rick pulled the car up next to Daryl's truck in a way that either vehicle could move without interfering with the other. He Looked at Jan, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Thanks, Jan. I know. I trust you." 

He got out of the car, silenced gun in hand, poised, ready to shoot at anything suspicious. He found nothing but a few walkers. He nodded at Daryl, signifying a good arrow to the head would be enough to hold them back for a long time.[/color]

[color=fff200]Andrea, thought quickly for a cover. "I heard something, but it was only a squirrel." She said it straight-faced, knowing it had the potential to be enough to convince just about anyone that she meant it.[/color]

Merle eyed Andrea for a few second more before turning back to Martinez. "Let's get outta here before somethin' happens." He muttered, motioning for the younger man to follow.

[color=f6989d]Martinez nodded at Merle, totally understanding where he was coming from. When the Governor smelled something fishy, he never let it go. He would be forever suspicious. Even if the person he mistrusted was his lover.[/color]

[color=92278f]Carol walked beside Tyreese, a tire iron casually resting on her shoulder. There was a moment of silence before she spoke up. "What do you think Rick has planned for Woodbury? Surely he can't just ignore it anymore."

Tyreese looked at her with an I'm-not-really-surw-what-to-think kind of smile and a shrug. "Not a clue. I think he'll do what's best though. He's done a lot of great things, even before Sasha and I arrived. I think we'll be just fine."

"I hope you're right."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]Tyreese was a little concerned about the tone Carol was using. It sounded like she almost didn't trust Rick. Did she still think he was suffering from grief and couldn't think properly? He himself knew that was no longer the case. Sure, Rick rarely smiled. He rarely laughed. He spent a lot of time alone and occasionally beat walkers beyond recognition. But he knew what he was doing.[/color]