Aloha! I don't have much to say, but I will say that chapters like the one I posted last night won't be coming around anymore There will be chapters with sexual content, but not anything that could be classified as rape or molestation. I apologize for the heavy subject, too.

A month had passed since I first arrived in Woodbury.

I had finally made some friends, and a few enemies.
The Governor had basically saved me from being raped, which qualified him as an instant friend. And even though the things he had done before were unforgivable, I found a way to let it go.
Andrea had allowed me to move into her room so that I wouldn't be alone at night. Also, Grumpy Cat Michonne had left because she 'didn't trust' the Governor. Honestly, it was a stupid reason to go out into the cruel, dangerous world.
Milton and I spent most days in what he called the labratory. He had become so close to me in such little time, I considered him to be like the brother I never had.

And then there's Merle...

The Governor had told his men that weren't there what happened. Merle got the shit beat out of him, and everyone agreed he didn't belong within the town. When my opinion was requested, I said that he didn't deserve to be booted out into the area beyond the safety of the gate, and that no one should have to suffer.
Nobody seemed to like my say, but they all knew his fate was my choice. He was allowed to remain in Woodbury, but if he got anywhere near twenty feet of me, he'd be kicked out immediatley. It was harsh, but I knew it was for the best.

But I couldn't help but feel that I should have let him go. Maybe he did deserve to suffer after all...

"I'll take your watch tonight." Andrea smiled as we walked along the somewhat empty street. I had been assigned wall watch that night, but stress had been weighing me down, and Andrea offered to let me take the night off.
"Are you sure? I don't want to make you feel like you have to.."
She nodded. "I'm sure. Just go rest and get yourself relaxed a bit."
I thanked her, then watched as jogged towards the gate to start her job. Reluctantly, I walked in the opposite direction by myself, staring at the ground.
Lately, some of the men had been going off on runs for supplies. I had desperately wanted to tag along, but Merle always went with them. It was obvious that they didn't want him in the same area as me with the Governor out.

It was the sounds of terrified screaming and shouts that brought me back to my senses.
I pulled my gun out from it's holster and ran to the location of the commotion. What I saw was the saddest thing I had ever seen.

On the ground layed Veronica Baylee surrounded by three or four walkers digging at her stomach.
What made it so sad, you may ask?
She was six months pregnant.

I sat outside the infirmary on the ground, covered in walker and human blood. I had shot all the walkers and went to Veronica's aid. Her underdeveloped fetus had been torn from her body, and then she was taken to see the nurse. Honestly, I knew she was a goner. But everyone wanted to try their best to enlongate her remaining time.
The door opened, and the Governor stepped out. I ignored him, and stared at the wall.

"She's dead, isn't she..."
He sighed and crouched beside me. "Yes. But you tried your best. We all did."
I nodded. "How did the biters get in? Is there some sort of hole they got through?"
"Most likely. Aren't you supposed to be watching the wall tonight?"
"Yes, but Andrea took my shift. Said I was too stressed and needed to relax..."
He took my hand and held it tightly. "Maybe you should do that then."
"Governor, I would-"

"Philip. Call me Philip."
I nodded. "Well, Philip, it's kind of hard to do that under the circumstances!"
The feeling of his hand in mine vanished and he got up. "Just try. For me."
And with that, he left.

After an hour of sitting outside the infirmary, I sluggishly made my way back to mine and Andrea's room. The streets were empty, except for a few people scrubbing blood from where Veronica had been attacked. I shuddered and looked away, quickening my speed as I ran into our building and up to the room. Once I was safely inside, I peeled off my bloody clothes and undergarments, stepping into the makeshift shower in the corner. The cool water beat down on my back, washing away all the blood, dirt, and stress from my body. The long awaited clean feeling returned, and it was as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

I got out and dried myself off, slipping into a pair of white pajama pants and a black baggy t shirt. I allowed my wet hair to air dry as I sat on the floor against my bed, closing my eyes and recalling what had happened.

A mother and unborn child were dead.
The Governor gave me his name.
And he even flirted a bit!
"Just try. For me."

Maybe the feelings I had felt for him earlier weren't as stupid as I thought. I let the thoughts circle my mind as I crawled into bed. They were the last things I remembered before slipping off into a nightmare filled sleep.