DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to The Walking Dead; that particular honour goes to Robert Kirkman and the lovely folks at AMC.

AN: I was watching 3:16 just this afternoon and was thinking that poor Milton didn't deserve to die like that, so I kept him alive so that he can have a hero's death in some other fic. I loved the way Rick corrected Andrea at the end of the episode where she said 'them' when referring to the rest of the group and he replied; 'us'. Some dialogue has been taken directly from that episode, the rest I've filled in myself. Hope you like it!

Philip Blake, the man called 'The Governor' by the people of Woodbury shoved his former confidant, Milton Mehmet, into the small room ahead of him and heard Milton gasp at the sight of a battered and bruised Andrea tied to a dentist chair in the centre of the room. "See, I told you that she was still alive." The Governor stated as he continued to push Milton further into the room.

"Milton?" Andrea gasped at the clearly beaten man being held against the door.

"Get over there and bring me that tray; I've no use for it in here anymore." The Governor ordered Milton, and forcefully shoved him forward. Milton hesitantly walked forward, and slid behind the dentist chair. His hands shook as he picked up the tray, spilling most of the contents onto the floor. He bent down to pick most of them up but nudged a pair of pliers closer to the foot of the chair.

"Hurry it along now, I've an appointment to keep with our new Sheriff and I wouldn't want to be late!" The Governor tapped his wrist where his watch used to rest and urged Milton to hurry back. He took the tray out of Milton's shaking hands and placed it just outside the door; his hand hovered over the tray and he finally selected a small butcher's knife and handed it to Milton.

"Kill her." He said quietly, wrapping Milton's hand around the handle.

"What?" Milton gasped in horror and tried to prise his hand out of The Governor's firm grasp.

"Kill her! Do it now!" The Governor stepped up close to Milton and let the other man see that he was deadly serious.

"No! I won't do it!"

"I told you you were gonna do it. And now you're gonna die…" The Governor thrust the blade into Milton's stomach and then pulled it out and thrust it in again for good measure. "And now you're gonna turn, and you're gonna tear the flesh from her bones." He shoved Milton away from him and laughed as the other man fell groaning to the floor; The Governor threw the knife into the room and leant down to whisper evilly into the groaning man's ear. "In this life, now you kill or you die." He stood up and crossed over to the door, turning just before he closed it behind him to address them both. "Or you die and you kill. Your choice, Milton. Have a nice day, now. Give my regards to ole Merle when you see him." The Governor smiled wickedly as he firmly shut the door and slid the bolt in place from the outside; he pressed his ear to the door where he could hear Milton's groans and Andrea's pithy screams of abuse. He chuckled to himself as he strolled down the corridor, whistling under his breath. Today was a good day; two troublemakers out of the way, leaving him free to concentrate of getting rid of Rick and the rest of his group so that he could get on with his plans for his new fortress – the prison.

-"Merle never did nothing like that his whole life." Daryl knew without even having to look up that she was there next to him, watching him cram his last few possessions in the worn rucksack. She'd been there when he came back from burying Merle and was doing the same now as she did then. Holding out her hand, watching and waiting. He reached up to grasp it firmly in his own and she pulled him to his feet. "He gave us a chance." Carol said and felt him tighten his grasp momentarily before releasing his hold completely.

Rick took one last sweep around the prison and met Michonne at the bottom of the staircase.

"We're ready." She said quietly as he descended. "The deal The Governor offered about me, you had to think about it. You had to, I get it." She accepted it and was prepared to move on, no questions asked.

"Yeah." Rick replied quietly as they started to walk through the empty cell block. "I'm sorry. I came real close."

"But you didn't." Michonne flicked her gaze over at Rick and he nodded. She sighed a little and went on. "I never thanked you."

"For what?" Rick asked as they stepped through the cell block gate and he drew it closed behind them.

"For getting me out there that day, taking me in."

"Well, if you didn't have that baby formula, I wouldn't have."

"You could have just taken the formula." Michonne stated drily and watched as a light flush settled across Rick's cheeks. Was he blushing?

"Well…" Rick ran his gaze around the empty block and then turned back to face her. "It must have been something else, then." He coughed a little to clear his suddenly dry throat. "You know, it was Carl who made the call. He said you belonged her, you're one of us." Michonne looked steadily at Rick and smiled faintly as she walked out into the sunlight of the courtyard and got into the waiting car. Rick slid into the driving seat of the Hyundai and the vehicles slowly drove down the gravel pathway leaving the prison behind.