Chapter One

It had been eight months. Eight long months in the monotony that is known as Woodbury. Which is ironic because in the rest of the world people were probably constantly on the run and never knowing what the next day would bring. Sylvia knew what the next day would bring her and while that might be a comfort to some people, she felt like something was wrong.

When she first arrived with her parents it was the perfect safe haven to take a break in. Her parents fell in love with it and completely ate everything The Governor said, but she always had a problem with politicians and this one was no different. He was all smiles on the outside and seemed to care but she could tell there was something more to him and she had been trying to find out what but so far she's just kept getting caught sneaking around.

"Sylvia, are you even paying attention to me?" asked her best friend and roommate, both before and after the outbreak, Carrie. She just accepted Woodbury for what it was, didn't love it, she always was a city girl, but she didn't think there was something wrong with it.

"Nope, sorry, I was thinking," said Sylvia shaking her head and going back to picking tomatoes. There was a town farm that people contributed too and she had duty on it with Carrie.

"Don't tell me you are still trying to find away to prove there is something wrong with the Governor?" she asked rolling her eyes.

"Don't you think there is something off about him?"

"I don't. You are just seeing something none of us are."

"Look take Dixon for example. What is he like when he isn't around the Governor?"

"A white trash redneck, douche bag that doesn't take 'no' for an answer."

"Exactly, now what does he act like when he is around the Governor?"

"Egotistical, but not more so than the Governor, and I guess more on the timid side. Maybe the Governor was able to knock sense into him some how."

"He also has fear in his eyes that he didn't have when he first got here and met the Governor. He did something to him so make him terrified and it he does that to his right hand man, what will he do to his people that he rules over. I don't want someone like that being in charge of the new world order."

"He isn't going to rule the world."

"No, but currently our world is only Woodbury, we aren't allowed to go outside the walls, so guess what right now he is the ruler of our world."

"You're just being paranoid. I'm going to go get us some water I think you're dehydrated." Carried stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants before walking away, saying 'hi' to one of their neighbors along the way.

The division of labour is completely optional. Apparently before Sylvia and her parents and Carrie arrived at Woodbury, some people ran it from the National Guard. They were the ones that blocked it off and made it safe, but they were supposedly worse than the Governor and treated the people like slaves so one day at a meeting the Governor stepped up and shot the old leader, sadly it was the people of the town that put him in the position of leader and he has been ever since; and that was their first mistake.

They knew nothing about this man and yet they still entrusted their lives and the safety of their loved ones to this man, it was crazy. They should have just thanked him and then put it to a vote as to who would be in charge next.

She is thankful that he got rid of the old power that was forcing the people to pretty much be slaves but this new system wasn't all that great. Elderly people sat on their porches playing card games or made cookies and tea for Woodbury all day, and parents just watched over their kids or something. Teenagers didn't want to work and spent the day hanging out with each other doing who knows what so really the only people working were those single people in their twenties and thirties that really had nothing else to do, and no one wanted to work the crops because everyone wanted to work the wall. It was 'cool'. Sylvia would love to go out beyond that wall and look around for she had never been in this part of Georgia before, but that was out of the question.

Yes she knew it was dangerous, but she felt strongly enough that she would be able to protect herself, given a proper weapon, of course.

"Head's up," shouted Carried before tossing a water bottle at her. She managed to catch it and stood up before taking a sip.

"Just listen to me, Syl, don't do anything stupid. Be sure you have absolute dead proof about everything before you act on anything, okay? Promise me that?"

"Yes, you're right."

"So have you mentioned this to your parents?"

"No, well I did when I first started suspecting things but they just ignored me so that is a lost cause."

"When did you first start suspecting him?"

"After watching the first games."

"Right. That's why you haven't come to a single one since than right?"

"Of course. They are wrong. For someone who prides himself in keeping walkers outside of those walls I don't think he can since he keeps those ones within the walls, in a cage, but they are still in here."

"Well how about this. If he ever does anything over the line and you just need to tell it to his face right then and there, I'll be right beside you."

"Thanks Carrie, you really are the best friend anyone can have, although you can be a better roommate."

"Hush, I did the dishes this morning."

They shared a laugh before getting back to work. The Georgia sun finally coming out after a very cold summer, but a little less sun would have been nice because at the end of the day their shirts were soaked through with sweat, luckily they had to take a bath anyway because they spent all day in the dirt.

A/n: So the idea behind this story ensued from a combination of anticipation for the re-start of The Walking Dead on Sunday and listening to mostly the Les Miserables soundtrack this past week.

And you as readers will have the choice in whether this story will continue on or end pretty much after the next chapter. More information will be provided at the end of chapter two.

Thanks for reading.

-Charlotte