Sorry for the wait, but this chapter gave me a couple troubles but I am really happy with the way it turned out! :) I can't believe this story has made it to 10 chapters. Well, so much for it only being 3 or 4!

Well, I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think! I love hearing from you guys!

Part 10

"Everything all right, Andrea?" Milton asked and stopped in front of the doorway. It looked like he had been heading to his room, which was located in the same apartment building as the Governor's and had paused when she flung the door open.

"I'm fine," she tried to hide the tremor of fear in her voice. She didn't want him to find out what had just happened in that room until she was way out of Woodbury.

"You sure?" Milton pushed his glasses higher on his nose and gave her a once over, clearly not believing she was fine. She had to calm her breathing and heart rate, if she planned to pull the 'nothing is wrong' card.

"Yeah, I was just visiting Phillip." With a forced smile, she grasped the door handle behind her back and attempted to shut the door. She couldn't close it all the way, because Milton still stood in front of her and didn't seem like he was going to move, either.

"Isn't a little late for that? It's almost dawn." Then suddenly his eyes zeroed in on her hand and the question he had asked was forgotten. "Oh my God, you're bleeding!"

Andrea started at his exclamation and looked down at her hand. It was covered in blood, but none of it hers. In her haste to get dressed, clean the knife and get the hell out of Woodbury she had forgotten to wash of her hand. It was such a stupid mistake.

"It's okay, Milton." She hid the limb behind her. "I'll just go back to my apartment and bandage it up."

"No, no, no." He shook his head and brushed past her into the Governor's room. "That's a lot of blood and it needs to be taken care of now. Phillip has so-"

Andrea knew the exact moment he had seen the bloody sheets and the dead man underneath them.

Quickly she backed into the room and shut the door, blocking off Milton's escape. He looked at her, eyes wide in fear and confusion.

"Did you...?"

There was no point in lying and it was clearly obvious she had killed him, so she nodded her head.

He looked even more confused. "But why? You two were...together."

"The man was sick, Milton. You spent the most time with him, didn't you? You should have noticed something was off."

Milton looked uncomfortable while he fiddled with his glasses and avoided any eye contact with her. Andrea knew, then, that the man before her had suspected that Phillip Blake had been off his rocker.

Finally, he sighed. "What are we going to do with the body? When someone finds him like this, they'll know who killed him and they'll be out for blood. There's no telling what they'll do to get that blood."

That was what Andrea was afraid of.

"Maybe we could make up a story." Milton said after a moment. "Maybe make it so that you didn't have choice but to kill him."

She slowly nodded her head in understanding. "Yeah. Maybe I could say that he turned in his sleep and I had no choice but to stab him."

"Some may still not believe you." He paused. "Take your clothes off."

"Excuse me!" Andrea cried. That had come out of no where and she had least expected it to come from Milton.

"S-Sorry," he backtracked. "I was just thinking maybe you could undress, climb in bed and we manipulate his body so it's on you and make so it so it looks like you just stabbed him."

She smiled. "That's a good plan, Milton." Without another word, she stripped down to her underwear. Milton turned red and quickly averted his gaze.

"Okay, I'm ready." She climbed into the bed. "Help pull him on me." Milton moved quickly and together they pulled the Governor's body halfway on her. "Hand me my knife. It's in my pants." He did as he was told and Andrea carefully inserted the weapon into the same place she had stabbed him.

Milton turned a little green at the squelching sound the knife made as it settled back into the former leader of Woodbury's head. She then moved to shut his eyes. It would do no good if she tried to pull of the fact that Phillip had turned if his eyes still remained clear.

"You'll need to leave and go to your room. I'm going to scream and make sure you're not the first one here, all right?"

He nodded and quickly left the room without uttering another word. Andrea had to give him credit. She had expected him to faint at the sight of the body in the bed, but he had held his ground and had even helped move it.

She waited a few more minutes, hoping it was enough time to allow Milton to get to his room and collect himself. Then, finally, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Carol lay awake and watched the man sleeping peacefully beside her. How had she gotten so lucky? Was Daryl her reward for having to suffer thirteen years with a bastard? She trailed the tips of her fingers down his cheek and was surprised when one of his hands shot out and grabbed her wrist.

"Somethin' wrong?" He asked without opening his eyes.

"No, just couldn't sleep."

Daryl opened his eyes then and moved to lie on his back. "It ain't even light out. Best try to at least get some sleep before everyone starts stompin' around here like they're a herd of fuckin' elephants."

Carol buried her face in his chest and chuckled. "I'm pretty sure that you're usually the only one who stomps around here." For a man who used his stealth to hunt, he could sure make his footsteps loud if he wanted to.

"Shut up," he mumbled and pulled her closer. It didn't take long after that for her to fall back asleep.

Martinez was the first to storm into the room, followed by Shumpert. Both held rifles in their hands. Martinez took one look at Andrea, who was struggling to free herself from the weight of the Governor and moved to pull her out from under him.

"What happened?" He demanded when he saw the knife sticking out of Phillip's skull and the blood that was splattered all over the white sheets.

"I-I don't know," Andrea sobbed. "I just woke up and there he was trying to eat me. I had no c-choice. I had to kill him." She put her face in her hands and cried. All the while, she tried to not think about how pathetic she sounded. It must have been pretty convincing because when more people filed into the room and heard the story, they all gave her sympathetic looks.

An elderly woman, who had been in the apartments next door, approached her and shrugged off the jacket she wore and handed it to her.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, sweetie."

Andrea nodded mutely and smiled in thanks.

"What happened?!" Suddenly Milton burst through the room and she winced at the obvious forcefulness of his words. He was a terrible actor.

"The Governor turned and Andrea had no choice but to put him down," Martinez informed the bespectacled man.

"Oh, how horrible!" His eyes found hers and she tried to signal that he was going a little overboard with his acting.

Many people filed out of the room, some shaking their heads sadly at the fact their leader was now dead but they all understood what and why Andrea had done what she had.

Shumpert and Martinez wrapped the body in the bloody sheets and carried it out of the room.

"They'll bury him tomorrow." Milton walked up to her once they were alone. "I know you want to leave, now, but I think it would be best if you stayed for the funeral. It would look less suspicious."

She agreed. "Okay, I will. Then, I'm leaving. I can't be here anymore. I need to go back to my family."

Milton didn't say anything and had a troubled expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Who's going to lead Woodbury now? The man may have been sick, Andrea, but he was a good leader. He kept his people safe and fed."

That had been true. Phillip Blake had been an exceptional leader, but Andrea knew that they were others in this town they could easily take over from him. One of them was standing in front of her now.

"You can lead them, Milton," She said.

"What?" He looked horrified. "N-No, I can't."

"Yes, you can. Martinez and Shumpert can help you. Hell, even Karen could help. You don't need just one person to lead."

"Andrea..."

"You're smart, Milton. You'll figure this out and you'll be able to keep Woodbury thriving. I believe in you." She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek.

Before the funeral, Milton called a meeting with Shumpert, Martinez and Karen and explained the situation to them. They all agreed to separate the role of leadership and Milton was confident in knowing that Woodbury would not die.

"And after the funeral," Milton stopped them all from leaving the room. "We need to talk about the group at the prison. I don't believe they are terrorists and I would like to be on friendlier terms with them." He held up a hand and stopped the protests, feeling braver than he had been in his life. "I do not want to talk ill of the dead, but once we lay the Governor to rest, there are a few things you all need to know about our former beloved leader."

The funeral was short with a few words spoken over the body of the Governor, still wrapped in his bloody sheets. They had no place to bury him and no one wanted to risk leaving the walls, so they opted to burn the body.

Milton was the one to set the sheet aflame and Andrea watched as the body burned. Joy filled her heart knowing that the man would no longer terrorize her family and harm innocent people ever again.

She didn't say goodbye to anyone before she packed her stuff and quietly hopped over one of the now abandoned walls. She had said her goodbyes to Milton several hours prior and she knew that she would probably see the man sometime in the future. He had told her of his want to be on peaceful terms with Rick's group and Andrea had been happy to hear this.

This what she wanted. Peace.

Now, in a few short hours, she would be reunited with the family she had been separated from for eight months.

Sorry for the lack of Caryl, but I had to show what was going on at Woodbury. I hope you all thought the idea for covering up how Andrea really killed the Governor was plausible. That was the part gave me the most problems and finally I decided that was what was going to happen.

So, the next chapter MIGHT be the last chapter. If not, then the one after that will definitely be the last one. It's going to be said to see this story end. I've had so much fun writing it! :(

Thanks for reading!