It was still dark when she sat up straight while panting, but the noises had been real; it was too realistic to be a dream. Harley tried to focus as she rubbed her eyes to get a clearer view, and that's when she heard the yelling. "Get tha fuck up er'rybody! Captain Hook 's throwin' his rave!" Merle yelled while he slammed on the celldoors to wake everyone up. The Governor. Harley gasped and got out of bed, quickly putting on a jeans, shirt, leather jacket, and boots. She took as much knives as she could carry, along with her 2 holsters. After she had put her hair into a ponytail, she ran out of her cell.

Most of the people had gathered in the hallway, while they were anxiously looking at Rick as they waited for him to speak. Merle and Carol were counting the people to make sure everyone was there. When Harley looked to her left, she saw Daryl standing there, with his crossbow hanging around his shoulder. "Alrigh' people, all ya belongin's 'r goin' to tha truck. Beth, Judith, Lori and Dale 'r leavin'. Hershel said he wanted ta stay wi' us 'case someone needs medical attention. Get t'ya partner 'n get ready ta attack!"

Everyone started to rush away and Daryl nodded at Harley. She gave him a reassuring nod in response, and followed him outside.

Harley and Daryl had decided to attack from the back; they had to get to the woods, so they could attack the Governor from the back in surprise. Daryl would stay a few meters behind her, so she could get closer to throw the knives.

This is the most stupid and impulsive idea ever.

Stars were illuminating the dark sky and it was foggy outside. The good thing about that was; the Governor couldn't discover them that easily. The bad thing was; Harley and Daryl couldn't see their enemies that easily, either.

The cool night air welcomed them as they left through the back of the prison. They went through the broken fence and sprinted towards the woods. After 15 minutes, Daryl motioned to the flashlights in front of them and Harley nodded. He gestured at her knife and than waved with his hand in front of them. Harley's mouth opened and closed, realizing what he meant. This wasn't part of the plan. She was supposed to wait after half of the Governor's group would be inside the prison. 'Are you fucking kidding me?!' she mouthed in silence while her eyes spat fire. Daryl rolled his eyes pointed at himself and her, adding a threatening punch motion. Harley bit her lip at his sarcasm and got up as silently as possible, while her heartbeat was increasing rapidly.

"Give up the prison and nobody gets hurt."

Nobody gets hurt my ass, she scoffed, while she crept towards the noise. She peeked through the bushes and saw the man with the eyepatch, the Governor, standing on top of a truck with a loudspeaker in his hands. Harley only saw his back, but from what she heard the Governor was a manipulative piece of shit. Memories of her previous group leader were brought up at the sight of the Governor and Harley bit her tongue until she tasted blood. She couldn't let her new group undergo the same fate as her family. The small knife in her bra would be perfect, though she hoped she wouldn't miss his head. If she would fuck this up, even worse things could happen. Harley grabbed the small knife sheath from between her breasts, and she also kept the bigger knife within her reach just to be sure.

"Rick, I gave you a chance. You leave me no choice. If this is the way it's gotta be, then so be it."

The Governor turned around at the army behind him and screamed 'ATTACK!'

Right after he had said those words, bullets were flying through the air from all angles. Harley couldn't see the people at the prison, but she knew they were there; they all had planned out brilliant strategies to stay unnoticed.

The Governor was firing a combat shotgun while a smirk was playing around his lips. Harley grunted and clutched the small knife in her hands. If she only could get closer..

The leaves crackled underneath her heavy boots, but since the sound of gun firing, grenades and a bazooka were filling the air, no one could possibly hear her.

A bazooka?

She looked up and saw one of the man firing at the watch tower with the damned bazooka. Fuck! If she wouldn't act now, more people could die. While she was anticipating for more bullets to come, one of the three trucks drove forward and broke the fence. Half of the Governor's people were now inside the prison's property. Good. Everything was working out as planned; half of their own group would be inside, prepared for a surprise attack. Harley swifted forward and covered behind a tree. She could see the back of the Governor's head clear from here, and she was close enough to hit him. While trying to control her breathing, she aimed for his head and threw the small knife..

..It hit his right shoulder. "God fucking damnit," she cursed, while grabbing the bigger knife. The Governor barely got the chance to turn around when she threw the bigger knife. This time, it hit his right eye; he fell down while his horrifying screams were heard over the sound of bulletsrain. Harley frowned, realizing he could survive if they had a medic with them. She searched for another knife, but realized she possibly couldn't kill him with just the knife alone. And so, she took her gun and walked towards the place where she'd seen him fall down. Harley ran towards the spot, but the sudden soft thud in her side, along with the most horrific pain she could possibly imagine, caused her to collapse on the ground. The once so white top she was wearing had turned red and her own blood was pasted to her hands. "No!" she heard a raspy voice grunt behind her. "Goddamnit." she whispered while she tried to stay away from the darkness that was threatening to take over her view. The sound of flying arrows nearly made her swift off to sleep, but when it was replaced with the sound of gun shots, she startled a bit. Her eyelids were becoming too heavy, and she surrendered herself to the black specks, while she heard the sound of groaning and moaning behind her.