Everything happened so quickly after that.

Even before Allen's body hit the floor, Sasha let off another bullet. This shot served a dual purpose. It first hit the Governor in the chest, who went down with a thud, and also banged off the lock to the walker trailer as well. Before anyone had their shit together, walkers were coming out and attacking several unsuspecting guards, and also causing others to fire, which in this case, only attracted more zombies. At the same time, I managed, with some struggle, to get one of the arm rope restraints off, ripped from the wooden pole it was attached to.

There was confusion all around. I saw three guards at the back of the area go down from rifle fire, and it wasn't Sasha's. There had to be a second sniper somewhere, working with her. Working on that optimism, I began to work of getting the other restraints off ASAP. The goons and soldiers were yelling, babbling. Stunned expressions everywhere. Was the Governor really dead. Where the walkers going to get them? They couldn't believe any of it.

Sasha saved me the trouble of getting the last leg restraint off and I looked around. The prison group couldn't believe it either. I sensed and saw a sudden surge of astonished delight from within the crowd. Then Glenn suddenly and quickly stood up, groin kicked the man still watching him, sending that thug to the ground. Before the man holding Maggie could retaliate, Glenn, in one fell swoop, took the rifle the first soldier was clutching and delivered two clean headshots. Sasha covered the couple as they frisked the dead men for weapons and ammo and handed it out to the rest of my group and began to get them to strike back. They had an opening, and window of opportunity. If there was ever a time for violent uprising, now was it.

Success! I got the final knot off!

Then a figure came from behind me and attempted to strangle me by choking my neck. I fought off my assailant and flipped him over to see who he was. Martinez. He got up faster then I would have expected and gave a sharp uppercut that would have knocked off a few teeth had I not twisted my neck at an awkward angle just a second before. I responded in kind by grabbing his wrist and yanking it as hard as I could, bringing the rest of him towards me. There, I grabbed Martinez's face, with him cursing and protesting all along, and scratched it pretty hard. He tried a knee-jab at my crotch but I managed to take it and threw him off the platform. I spotted a discarded machete and picked it up, with all sorts of ideas coming to mind. As I slowly approached Martinez, he began to beg for his life.

"Come on man," he groaned. "I can help you! I didn't like the Governor either! I only stayed with him cause anything else meant death or-"

I plunged the machete blade deep in his head, silencing him forever. I wasn't taking any chances. I'd already been duped once and I wasn't intending on experiencing the same thing again. Then something kicked my legs hard and brought me down.

I looked. The Governor might have been shot, and he might have been bleeding, but that didn't mean he was dead. In fact, he still had a bunch of fighting spirit in him. If he was going to die, he was going to kill me first.

"Always have to do the deed myself," he said as he followed his kick with another one intended for my shoulder. Not a second after it hit me did a bullet plunge itself into the platform and send splinters all around. Whoever sent it had no doubt been aiming for the Governor, but now that the target was moving aim wasn't so accurate anymore. At least the shot made the Governor hesitate a little, at least. Briefly, I roused myself. Shift your ass, Daryl. I sprang to my feet, carrying the machete, using the momentum of the action to carry the blade forward. The Governor just stared at it and looked up.

He was silent, although his face showed nothing but contempt and hate.

I contemplated the ways he could die. It only took a few seconds to decide his fate.

"Merle," I said roughly as I took the blade and severed my enemy's right arm at the elbow joint, resembling Merle's own severed arm. The Governor cried out a few words of pain, but pulled himself together and used his other hand to clutch the wound. "Maggie," I said as I proceeded to now use the machete and plunge it up the Governor's genitals. More curses and words of pain. Although I didn't know exactly what the Governor had done to Maggie, I was sure she would want his gonads on a pike before he died. Even though she wasn't here to watch it, I was sure she'd be satisfied.

"Now," I said with glee, "This last thing is for me-"

But before I could go ahead and give a good neck stab, another blade entered the Governor's other eye, sending blood and brain matter all around as the blade came back up. I searched and followed it to see who it was. It was Michonne. Somehow she'd also gotten out of her restraints and had found her katana among the chaos. "I was the one he truly wanted," she said, "and I feel I deserved that."

She went off to join the battle.

The Governor was truly dead. The man who we'd been fighting and wishing so many vile things to come upon was finally done for. I took one last look at the decimated corpse before taking my mind off of him.

A quick assessment of the rest of the ruined prison showed me that things were going fairly well for us. Encouraged by Glenn and Maggie, our lot was getting their hands dirty taking out as many of the enemy as we could. Guns and blades were being grabbed from stockpiles placed earlier and turned on their former owners. Walkers did fine as well, since most of them were making meals of hapless soldiers or Governor goons rather than us, who were fewer in number. It also helped a lot that the opposition was undoubtedly leaderless now, with the Governor scratched off the score card and Major Hanson nowhere to be seen. All at once there was no one to rally them, no one to inspire them. Too many unexpected events were happening in one time. The reversal in fortune was cumulative, like a volcano, gaining impetus as it went.

A few of the Governor's men, realizing that fighting was a lost cause, decided for the survival card, began to flee the scene, either on foot into the woods or in a vehicle of some kind. When others saw this, they too followed, and we picked those that we wanted to off with ease. Soon it was a mass exodus, a stampede into the forest. A few of the enemy stood their ground bravely, but were doomed from the moment they made their decision. Glenn and/or the walkers swarmed over them. Sasha helped with what she could, picking off soldiers and walkers here and there. Soon an entire courtyard was clear.

Finally Major Hanson appeared. He saw just as well I could who was winning and who was getting their ass kicked. After a failed attempt to put together what he could of his forces, he and about a dozen or so men began to run into the ruins of the prison. Among them was a very noticeable Robert Downey Jr. lookalike.

The blackness in my snarled. His name was Gideon Braddock. He was a former Blackwater operative.

And his nickname was Trapdoor.

I jumped off the platform, nearly stepping on the remains of the Governor. Maybe Merle hadn't been able to kill him off, but our efforts certainty had. As I approached the entrance the bad guys had just gone in, I saw from the corner of my eye a car zoom next to me. I could hear Carol's voice, telling me to get in, that we needed to leave as soon as I could. I ignored her and headed inside. There was more unfinished business to be handled.

I was inside. There was me, Major Hanson, a dozen of his troops, and an unknown number of walkers. They, however, could live or die. Whichever way, I didn't give a shit.

It was just me and Trapdoor now. I was going to find him, kill him, and gut him, and God help any bastard who got in my way.

AN: Told you I'd be back. All the same.

Also, as we're reaching the endgame, I'd like to say I'm working on a sequel with Daryl, Beth, and whoever survives. Leave in a review who you'd like to see in the sequel, whether it be existing characters or new ones or OCs.

-Jokerang