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The Governor aka Philip Blake aka Brian Heriot POV

Philip had been traveling on his own for quite some time when he ran into Lilly, Tara, David and Meghan. David was Lilly and Tara's father. He died soon after Philip joined them in the apartment building. Philip had taken to going by the name Brian Heriot and it was as if he shed his old life's skin like the snake that he was. Woodbury burned to the ground and he rose from the ashes as someone else.

His face sure as hell had changed. The gory wound had 'healed' he supposed but it left him disfigured. The giant hole in his cheek had amazingly stitched itself back together but he was left with a huge crater in his face. The concave cheek was knotted and pink. The stiff flesh being difficult to move hindered his ability to open his mouth widely and eat. He had developed a speech impediment from the change, which infuriated him. The ear that had been blown off was also scarred over. The lumpy torn cartilage surrounded a gaping hole that housed his inner ear. Philip was left almost deaf on that side which made keeping safe more difficult. He had let his hair grow long to it cover the disfigured ear and part of his cheek. The parts of his face that could still grow whiskers helped conceal some of the gruesomeness too.

Lilly and the others had been apprehensive with him. His appearance being shocking, especially after he cleaned himself up. The little girl was frightened but warmed up to him. At first Philip wasn't sure why he did it but he agreed to travel with their group, too help them start over and look for a new place to settle in. However it may have been because Lilly reminded Philip of his dead wife and Meghan of course of his daughter Penny.

Meghan was inquisitive and innocent having never been outside the apartment they called home. She was full of questions and sage advice for Philip, even without meaning to. Part of him felt human again while spending time with the little girl. Lilly made him feel like the husband he used to be before everybody rose from the dead and the world fell apart. It seemed there was a deep hidden part of himself that wanted to start over and have a family again. Truthfully though he wasn't sure if it was a real feeling or if it was his psyche trying to create yet another persona. A mask to hide behind in order to get back a little piece of Woodbury's façade.

The four of them had been on foot after their truck crapped out and ran into a group of walkers. Splitting away from the others Philip and Meghan ran together. They had fled into the forest and unfortunately fallen into a pit of walkers. Rage filled his chest at the thought of watching yet another child torn from his hands. That pure unadulterated anger allowed him to kill the group of walkers with his bare hands. Crushing their skulls together and into the ground. Ripping them apart, tearing them up. Meghan looked horrified and he worried for a split second she was scared of him but after the corpses lay dead she launched into his arms. He crossed his heart and pinkie promised to never let anything happen to her. Philip wouldn't fail her like he did Penny.

When Martinez found Philip and Meghan in the screamer pit, Philip had been uncharacteristically surprised. However it gave him a slow satisfying glimmer of hope. He had dreamed of the possibility of enacting revenge on the man who abandoned him but never thought it would come true. Philip did his best to come off as a changed man, convince Martinez he was just trying to survive.

Finally Martinez had agreed to let him and the others to stay as long as he was all right with following the man's orders and pulling his weight.

'Fucking moron,' Philip had thought while shaking the man's hand. The rest of Martinez's group seemed to be horrified by his appearance but were otherwise polite. Philip couldn't blame them it was pretty fucking ugly.

For a while he played the roll of common soldier. He helped keep the group secure and went on runs for supplies. Now that he was a devoted family man just trying to keep his adoptive family safe, it was difficult to watch the idiots who ran the group make mistake after mistake. They didn't have the balls to run things the way they needed to be run.

The urge to lead was almost overwhelming and it wasn't until Martinez had an unfortunate drunken 'accident' that Philip started his push for control. Martinez had been the last tie to the old world within the group and he needed to keep it that way so he beat his head in with a golf club and fed him to a screamer pit of walkers. It was more satisfying than he thought it would be truthfully.

Once Martinez was gone and unable to warn the others of who Philip really was he moved onto the next obstacles, brothers Pete and Mitch. Pete declared himself a leader after Martinez's death, which made Philip roll his remaining eye. It was ridiculous because the guy thought he could keep people alive by letting others have what they needed. Take or be taken.

Pete was also a huge pussy for being a military man. It was as if he'd never killed a walker before, hell like he hadn't killed anything before. Philip had to pretty much kill every walker they stumbled upon during runs to keep the coward alive. He could tell Mitch would make a good follower though. A right hand man, a guy who bent the line of morality and could take from others without pause. The new Merle. Not very smart and easily manipulated. All he had to do was take Pete out and take over. His family wouldn't survive if he let the weak willed pussy control the camp.

No one else could make the hard decisions.

Kill or you die. Or you die and you kill.

It all ended with death and they needed to accept that. The only way he'd keep little Meghan alive was to take over. Stabbing Pete and then strangling him was like being born again. He restored the Governor inside him. Mitch bent to him just like he thought. Mitch was a born follower, a grunt who accepted Philip murdering his brother without much struggle. It took him half a cigarette to discard his blood for survival. Its a new world, a savage world. And it was all Philips for the taking.

Philip even got himself a new muse. Good guy Pete floating below the lake water was like coming home. He was even better than his aquarium wall. He was much more lively and worked significantly better than just the talking heads.

A blur of color brought Philip out of his reverie and he focused on what he was looking at. He stood at the edge of the forest watching Rick and his son working in their garden. They chatted and smiled at each other while pulling up vegetables. It made his blood boil and his remaining teeth clench.

Philip watched the two for some time thinking of which order he wanted to kill them in. Rick would be last that much was for certain. Rick had always been at the center of all the things that had gone wrong with Philip's old life. It was Rick who triggered the downfall of Woodbury. It was Rick who took what Philip had worked so hard for.

Philip stood there watching for a glimpse of Merle or Sam. Merle would be fed to walkers a piece at a time while his pussy brother watched.

He would love to get Sam back, the one that got away. Sam had such lovely pale skin. The memories of her split back and her feminine cries made him adjust his jeans with a low groan.

Philip's thoughts turned to Michonne and how she would be quite the prize also. The things he had planned for her back at Woodbury could finally happen. He could cut her into ribbons while Sam watched. The idea of them both begging and crying for him made Philip rock hard.

'God haven't been this hard in months,' he thought with a twisted smirk.

It had been awhile since he let himself think of those things. Philip had been trying to be the family man Lilly and Meghan deserved but…. fuck watching people bleed was so much more satisfying to him. If they got the prison Philip figured there would plenty of places he could hide his proclivities from the others. Cages for all his little pets.

The prison would be perfect for his new family. They had started crops in the field and seemed to have a built a nice little home. It would give Lilly and Meghan safety and Philip space to…. enjoy himself privately.

A sound to Philip's left brought him out of his fantasies of flaying people alive. He approached the murmurs on light feet with his gun ready. As his lanky frame made its way through the dense green foliage Philip saw one of his desired trophies.

The murdering black bitch with a sword. She had killed Penny and taken his eye.

'Michonne.' he snarled inwardly.

Raising his gun Philip watched her and Hershel chat next to a pick up truck. He could kill them both. Two easy shots and they'd be dead but that would be such a waste. They were their way inside. He could take them and not only get his people a place to live but finally kill the cunt that killed his daughter. He could find Sam and Merle. Rick would grovel at his feet while he slay every single person inside those fences.

Finally Philip would get what he deserved and so would they.

Finally they would all fucking pay.

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UhOh the Governor has arrived and looking for some trouble…. Dundundun.

Also the way I picture The Governor now with hi facial disfigurement is kinda like Harvey Dent, Two face in Batman or Johan Hex from the comics. Yeah I'm a nerd.