A/N: Hola! Tonight is the night! The finale of season four of the Walking Dead! I'm sooooo excited! In honor of the finale, I will be putting up two chappies instead of just one, for all of you who read this (ghost readers included.) I'm sad to say, there are only a few chapters left until the end of this fanfiction, but don't worry. I will be making a sequel to this, which will follow onto season four.

Without further ado, onto the chappie!

Alyssa's p.o.v.

My eyes attempted to search around the room, but I couldn't see a thing in this darkness. Nor could I hear anything in this silence.

Darkness and silence.

Silence and darkness.

Those are the two only things I'm sure of, and they're both driving me mad.

I heard something in the corner, and twisted my head to look through the darkness.

"Hello?" I called out, "Is anyone there?"

"A-Alyssa?" I heard a groggy womanly voice say, "Is that really you?"

"Andrea?" I called back incredulously.

"Oh my god, it is you!" I heard her sigh in happiness, "What happened?"

I growled, "The Governor happened. He knocked you unconscious, and then he knocked me unconscious. I don't know where we are,"

I attempted to move my hands, but they were bound to the chair I sat in with rope. I'm guessing that Andrea was in the same situation.

"He called me Penny," I said to Andrea, though I still couldn't see her, "Who is Penny?"

I heard her gasp lightly, "Penny was his daughter. Michonne killed her walker-fied body,"

I nodded, though she probably couldn't see me either. Why would he call me his undead daughter?

"Do you know where we are?" I asked her.

"I'm in the chair that the Governor prepped for Michonne," Andrea answered, "We're in the room that he held Maggie in,"

"Great," I sarcastically said, "Now the question is, how do we get out?"

I heard her fight against the restraints on her wrists and legs. I looked down, and through the darkness I manage to see that my legs weren't tied up. I wriggled my hands around, but the rope only scraped against my skin, making it raw and bleed.

I heard a door creak open, and a light turned on. The Governor walked through the open door and he held something in his hand.

"Penny, I'm so glad you're home," he smiled crookedly at me.

I shook my head vigorously, "You have me mixed up with someone else. I am not your Penny,"

He looked at me for a moment, then he grinned again, "No, I think you're my Penny. You are Penny,"

"Philip, please listen to-" Andrea started, but got interrupted.

"She is my Penny!" he shouted. He walked over to Andrea and put something over her mouth and tied it in the back. It looked like a dirty rag, or something along those lines, and he just gagged her. Andrea tried to talk, but her voice was completely muffled.

He walked over to me, and I saw that in his hands was a pink hairbrush.

"Let's brush your hair, Penny," he said to me, and sat down behind me. He grabbed a small pink radio and pressed play, and little kids music started to fill the room. He took a few locks of my hair and began brushing them, like it was completely normal.

I stayed silent, knowing that he wouldn't want to hear what I had to say. Andrea tried to speak, but whatever she said was muffled by the rag.

"Your hair is so long," the Governor said, "I should get Milton to cut it for you,"

"I like my hair," I declined, "I want to leave it like this,"

"Penny, we're going to cut your hair," he said more forcefully.

Really, I couldn't even decide how to wear my hair? What the hell is wrong with him? I growled in frustration as he tried to brush through a snarl, and yanked on it. He tried yanking through the snarl again, and I pulled my head forward, stopping him from brushing my hair for a few seconds.

"Penny?" the Governor asked, concern actually in his voice.

"I am not Penny," I growled, "Can't you see that? I am not Penny!"

"You are Penny, sweetheart," he said maniacally, "You see, mommy died when you were young, and daddy was always there for you,"

He walked in front of me and kneeled on the floor and continued, "You were bitten when the army people found us. They wanted to kill you, they said you were a threat, but daddy took care of them. You remember that?"

I shook my head again, "I am not your Penny! That never happened to me!"

"But Penny-"

"I am not your Penny!" I yelled at him, "My mom didn't die when I was young, she was bit and I had to kill her! And my fucking dad died when I was 8! You aren't my dad; he was long gone before he was in the hospital! AND MY NAME ISN'T PENNY, IT'S ALYSSA!"

He slapped my face, and it stung where he hit me. I instinctively tried to move up my hand to rub the skin, but the rope was still in the way.

"Do not talk back to daddy!" the Governor hissed to me.

"I haven't had a dad since I was 8," I angrily muttered under my breath.

He left the room for a moment, giving me a chance to breathe. I heard Andrea's voice being muffled by the rag, and I turned to look at her. She was definitely in distress, but I couldn't help her. She was a few yards away from me, and even if I could help her, my arms were bound to the chair; I couldn't move.

The door opened again, and the Governor had an old, large pair of scissors in one hand.

He walked behind me and grabbed my hair and leveled it to the height he wanted it cut.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as he grabbed more locks of my hair in his hand.

"I'm cutting your hair, sweetheart," he answered, "It's grown to long,"

"Why does my hair even matter to you?!" I asked him angrily.

"Because your hair is always cut under your shoulders. You know that, Penny,"

Just as he was about to snip my hair off, I moved my head as I could forward so he didn't chop it off to the shoulders. A few locks of my hair moved in my eyesight as I swung my head forward, and I saw that it was cut choppily and uneven.

Great, not only am I taken hostage, but now my hair makes me look like I'm crazy.

After examining my hair, the Governor said, "That is good enough,"

"Glad to see I have your approval of my new hairstyle," I sarcastically said back to him.

He stood up from his chair, "Okay, Penny. I'm going to leave you and Andrea alone again. Daddy has to fix a few things, and I'll be right back,"

He then left, but he took the rag out of Andrea's mouth before going. How nice of him.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"I'm fine," she reassured me, "Are you okay?"

The lights of the room turned off again, and now Andrea and I sat in the darkness. A shake convulsed through my body as I thought about what had just happened. The Governor really thought I was his daughter. Why? Why me, of all people?

A thought occurred to me, "How did you know about Penny?"

"I found a picture of him and his family inside his house. Penny was there," Andrea answered, "And, after the shoot-out, he was holding Penny's dead body,"

"Why would you be inside his house?"

"I- I... I got close to him, okay? You were right when we first came here. I liked him; he was charming, funny, he was nice enough to let us in Woodbury. But I see who he really is now, just a psychopath who thinks you're his daughter,"

We both sat in silence after she said that. I attempted to move my hands around again, but I couldn't get them loose. The rope was too tight, and my wrists began to bleed again.

I groaned in annoyance, "Can you wriggle out of your restraints?"

I heard her grunt as she moved her legs around, "The ropes on my legs are a little loose, but that doesn't mean anything,"

My hope slowly began to dwindle as I continued to fight against the ropes on my hands. I couldn't get them off, so my wrists were getting all bloody and weak.

Why isn't anyone from the prison coming to help me? Where's mom? Where's Carl?

I hope they find us soon, because I don't want to be Penny for much longer.

A/N: Remember to read and review! And feel free to P.M. me, too. I don't bite.