Note: I decided to take a break from my current crossover story and write this. The story takes place from season 3 finale and into season 4, it will jump between Rick, Carl and The governor, but mainly Carl and the Governor.
Hope you enjoy, will appreciate reviews.
Rage, that's all Carl could feel his body focus on. After his conversation with his dad, Carl stormed off into the prison, he needed to be away from them all especially the Woodbury people. How could his dad take in all those people that wanted them dead, that day when Daryl came back with Merle, he told Carl of how they where chearing Merle and Daryl to kill each other In a fight, how could Daryl even be fine with those people who wanted him and his brother dead, and now Merle is dead.
he was pretty sure everyone saw him storm off into the prison, any minute now someone, probably Carol, would come and find, expecting him to explain his sudden outburst.
But no one came, maybe they didn't see me, thank god. Carl didn't even notice he wandered all the way into the tombs,"crap!",he said to himself frantically looking for Walkers. When he didn't see any he let out a sigh of relief, his relief was short lived as moaning started getting louder to his left.
he got out his knife as two walkers came round the corner, they stumbled forward attempting to grab him. Carl dodged the first walker and kicked at its leg, the walker fell forward and Carl stabbed it at the back of its head. As soon as he turned to face the second, it grabbed him and they fell to the ground, it's jaw snapping inches from his face as he tried to push it away. It was all playing slowly in his mind, the walker's jaw came closer to his face and he could've sworn he saw his life flash before his eyes.
But something was off, it was memories of thing that already happened. He saw himself back at the farm next to the walker that killed Dale, he saw himself shoot his mother in the head over and over again, he then saw the kid he shot earlier today, but this time he turned into a walker and bit Judith.
Rage erupted from Carl's body and he pushed the walker off of him and continued to punch it in its face, he didn't even know what was happening he could only see memories and hear a ringing sound. By the time he snapped out of it, there was a small hole and his knife in the walkers head and his fists where covered in blood, he was breathing hard from all the energy that erupted from his body, he continued to stare at the walker, looking at the damage he'd done.
He didn't notice that someone was calling his name.
Carol had been searching for Carl all over the prison, when she didn't find him she got Daryl to come and search the 'Tombs' as Daryl called it."Carl...Carl are you in here!", after minutes of calling his name they where about to give up. Rounding the last corner Carol gasped, in front of her was Carl on top of a dead walker with a small hole in its face And his knife sticking out of its right eye."Carl?", Carl turned his head slowly to look at her, Carol saw his fists covered in blood,"Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?". The look in Carl's made Carol nervous, his eyes held anger, rage and sorrow, he slowly turned his head back to facing the walker, his voice was also sounding a bit off,"yes I'm...fine".
Daryl came round the corner,"you find him". He saw the look on Carols face and looked towards what she was staring at,"holy shit", he mumbled under is breath,"Carl, you okay?", Carl turned his head to Daryl and began to giggle,"yeah, don't worry about me, I just need to be alone". Daryl and Carol exchanged worried glances.
Carl calmed down and looked back at them,"go away, I'm fine just...want to be alone...for a while", they exchanged glances again.
Daryl was the first to speak,"people are worrien' 'bout you".
"I'm sure they are", Carl spoke in a quiet tone still looking at the walker.
"Carl", Carol reached for his hands,"are your fists cut? I need to chec-"
"I SAID I WANT TO BE ALONE!", Carls sudden Rage made Carol jump back in fright.
"Carl!", Daryl walked over to Carol who just started walking away,"you don' talk to her like that boy", with that he left Carl alone.
He didn't mean to yell, but he really wanted to be alone, he wanted time to...think things through. So he got off the walker and sat on the ground quietly thinking to himself.
All the Governor could see was red, he killed them, all his soldiers from Woodbury except Martinez and shumpert, it all kept replaying in his mind, over and over again.
the Governor sat on a log staring into the fires flames, almost as if trying to find something that wasn't there, he could only think more of the damage he did to other people, why, he thought, why did I have to suffer and others continue to live on. He didn't even bother to notice the female walker that was stumbling toward the fire, even when it did come to his attention he couldn't care less as he watched it fall into the fire. He continued to watch her struggle towards him when a bullet penetrated its skull, he knew it was Martinez that shot it before going inside his tent.
the Governor continued to ponder on thought's throughout the night.