You couldn't help but feel like your skull was repeatedly being pounded on whenever a word left this man's mouth.

You'd been offered to Merle to assist with patrolling by the Governor, keeping Woodbury's walls clear of stray Walkers, raiders, or anything of the sort.

What you didn't sign up for was Merle's constant nagging and maddening inquiries.

"Ya never did tell us where a person of yer...background showed up from, eh sugar?" He murmured with an air of complacence in his voice.