I entered my room and felt a rush of exhaustion, I reached for one of the water bottles and refreshed myself, then I took another and put it in my backpack- just incase it wasn't as safe as the Governor kept saying.

I looked out my window, children running around, laughing, like nothing ever happened. Like no one died. Like everyone's healthy and there's nothing out there that will hurt you. I envied them but I also feared for them.

I didn't know what happened with the Governor in his office, a sort of uncontrollable lust overcame me. A spell, or a frenzy of some kind. I didn't trust the Governor, hell, I didn't trust anyone. But he has a way about him, the type of guardian-figure that you want to protect you forever. I didn't trust him, but he was a trusting man.

Some one walked in my room and it startled me, "The Governor's calling a meeting. Be down in one minute," a woman said, she must have been a mother or something because she looked exhausted as I was. "Well, come on, now!" she gestured towards the door. "Okay. I'm coming."

The Governor was standing on a car, hundreds of people surrounding him, eager to hear what wise and powerful words he would say.

The woman nodded to him and he cleared his throat, "It appears there's been a number of people questioning the safety of this town..."

'Oh god, this guy never shuts up about safety.' I thought.

"...We have guards surrounding us, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. We've been accident free since December. It's now July."

'Oh my god, he's a god damn liar! There was an accident this afternoon!' I remembered.

I started to back up, no one was behind me, no one was watching me. I slowly started to make my way down the road... towards the Governor's office.

I needed answers, and I had a feeling his speech would provide none.

I ran towards the wall of a building, trying to blend in with the concrete. Still, no one saw.

I tip-toed across the wall, ducking into alleyways when some one turned around.

I could see it, his building, a few metres away.

I sprinted to the door, and looked into the window, empty. As I entered the Governor's house my heart was racing at an unearthly rate. If someone saw me, I'd surely be locked up, or dead.

His foyer was normal-looking, nothing out of the ordinary. Pictures hung-up on the wall, flowers in vases, clean carpets and floors...

I stepped into his office again, 'Where the fuck is my gun...' I thought, I looked through all the drawers of his desk, nothing. I searched the room, a cabinet stood in the opposite corner.

I didn't expect it to be unlocked but it was and when I opened it...

Dozens and dozens of guns, bullets and ammunition too. Swords, knives, katanas... I only needed my gun.

Sitting on the top shelf was my 9mm, still intact.

I had what I came for, but I couldn't leave.

All his little white lies had to add up to something, and it could have costed me my life, but those mothers and children needed to be safe. I followed a wine coloured carpet into the hall and opened the door adjacent to myself.

Bingo, his bedroom.

His bed had been slept in, and a journal lay on the bedside table.

Marks. A tally of some sort. That's all there was in his journal. Page after page, just endless tallies counting days or months. Or bodies. This man wasn't normal. He wasn't well.

I closed the book and entered his closet, a few shirts and one other pair of pants. A jacket. Boots. No guns. No knives. No weapons. He sure was confident about this place.

I pushed them aside to uncover a door. It wasn't even locked.

"Mmmmrrrrrppphh..."

A moan from behind the door, "Is someone in there?" I hissed.

It could've been the survivor that young boy talked about earlier today. "I'm gonna get you out!" I said again.

"Rrrrrrrraaaaaagghhh!"

I opened the door and a small body came racing at me.

"SHIT. FUCKING WALKER!" I cried, I fell to the ground, crawling towards the door, then I heard a chain tugging.

'It's chained up...' I thought.

I turned around, kicked down the walker, and as I held it down with my foot I grabbed my gun from the small of my back.

It was wearing a bag on it's head, and it was small, just a child, too.

I lifted the bag, it was a little girl.

Normally, I'd just shoot it between the eyes but... her face looked familiar.

"NNnNRRAAAAGHHH!" the walker pushed against my boot, knocking me down again, "FUCK." I backed into the closet wall, pointed my gun and shot her.

I banged my head against the wall as I realized that everyone must've heard that.

I stood up quickly, tripping and stumbling I ran out of the closet and back into the hallway. 'Shit, I gotta get out of here. NOW.' I thought. I reached the foyer again when I saw something, a picture I'd knocked over... And there she was.

The little girl I'd just shot in the head.

It was his daughter. The Governor had a daughter.

"You missed the meeting."

Oh fuck. I was dead. I knew it.

I tried to think of an excuse, something to say.. But there was nothing coming out of my mouth. I just sat on his floor, blood on my face, his house ruined.

His eyes widened as he looked into my eyes and saw what I'd done. "No. No. No. PENNY!" he ran and I chased after him.

"She was a walker! She was dead!" I cried. But he kept running.

I reached his room and there he lay,

on the floor,

holding his dead daughter in his hands, sobbing.

"She...she was infected... I did what I had t-" "I COULD HAVE CURED HER. YOU MURDERER! I COULD HAVE CURED HER. I could have cured her..." He continued to sob, "What.. you knew she was dead? You kept her in your CLOSET?! She was a WALKER," I yelled. It made sense, all the things he'd done, it was to protect his dead, decaying child.

"Get up against the wall.." he said, sniffling and wiping his face. "What?" "I said turn the fuck around. And get against the wall," he had his gun out this time. I put my hands up to the closet doors, out of breath and out of options.

"We could have been something. We could have started a LIFE here. You. Me. And Penny.." I heard him mutter as the click of a gun sounded.

He was going to kill me.

"Governo-"

"My name is Phillip, you should know that. Remember that name in hell."

"Phillip. You don't need to do this...

...You can start a new family. We can start a family...

...We can do this, together. I.. I love you. It's been a day, I know.

...But I love you... Please ... Don't do this... I love you.

We can start a new family..."

I heard him lower his gun. He let out a sigh.

It was right then that I turned around, grab the gun from the front of my jeans and pulled the trigger.

A thud sounded as he fell to the ground, dead.

I killed him.

There he was, on the ground. Blood dripping from his head. Next to Penny.

I killed Phillip.

I killed the Governor.

AUTHOR NOTE:

Thanks for reading! I've wanted to write this ever since I read about what the Governor does in the comic books (he's EVIL!) so yeah... Feedback is welcome!