Destiny's POV

As the walker came at me I was filled with fear. How would I kill it? I struggled against the duct tape holding me to the chair I was in. It came closer to me, tripping as it went. I scooched the chair back a few inches and attempted standing up. I was on the tips of my toes with the chairs weight on my threatening to make me fall at any moment.

I struggle to keep away from the walker by running around the small room and hitting it with the legs of the chair. I walked backwards when the walker was right behind me and trapped it in between the legs of the chair to the wall. I smiled at my accomplishment, but realized I had to kill it somehow.

Should I risk using my ability and kill it?

I have to try something else first. I take in my surroundings and try to find something, anything to kill the damn thing with. I spot a small screwdriver in the opposite corner of the room and waddle towards it with the chair still attached to me. I can't bend down to grab it, so I kick it up the wall with my foot and take it while it's in the air. The walker gains on me, and I barely have enough time to turn around, let alone stab it. My screwdriver is at my side, and the walker is in front of me.

I hear laughing from outside the door. The governor? He probably just wants to see the show.

I don't have enough time to kill it with a weapon, and this chair attached to me is quite the handicap.

My last resort has to be used, I decide within an instant.

Concentrating hard on what I want, The walker's head explodes and the rest of it's body falls to the ground. I try to sit myself down on the chair for when I pass out, I succeed in this task, and my head starts to feel heavy. Conciousness threatens to leave me when The Governor comes bursting in the door.

"What the HELL…." He was saying very furiously, but I couldn't catch the rest. My eyes drooped into a dreamless sleep…


My eyes burst open the moment I could feel myself gaining conciousness again.

The governor sat in a chair in front of me. He must've grabbed it while I was out. He seemed to be resting, he sat with the chair back towards me and his arms on the back of the chair and his head in his arms. He looked up when I moved, and he seemed to be wide awake now.

The walker I killed was gone, but there was a large blood puddle on the ground from where the head was destroyed. My face felt tight from the dried blood on me. I almost reached up to scrape it off, but then remembered my arms are held by duct tape to the chair.

The Governor tilts his head to the side while still looking at me, "So how did that happen? The biter's head exploded like that? It had to have been you, because we looked everywhere to find anything that could hint that someone else did it. There aren't any open areas for someone to shoot it, trust me, we've eliminated any other option."

He looks both angry and curious. This guy seemed to have many different emotions at once. I passed his walker test, but not the way he wanted me to.

Do I tell him?

The question wanders my mind for what seems like minutes while he stares me straight into the eyes.

No, dumbass, why would you tell him? That means one other person that knows about your secret. The Governor would probably want to use my ability for means of fighting. He seems like the guy who'd use violence because of the thrill it gives you.

"You haven't answered my question," he reminds me a few minutes later while I've been thinking.

I try to think of something to say, "Well I guess you'll just have to come up with more theories , because I don't know what happened either," I say smoothly. The governor doesn't seem to like my response.

"You passed out," He points out, and sits up straight, "Why?"

"I must've passed out, from the surprise of a walkers head exploding right in my face," I explain, "You try having a walkers face do that right in front of your face, while it's coming at you, and see what happens to your mental well-being," I never remember being this good a liar, but it's certainly helpful at the current moment.

The governor puts his hand on his forehead, in frustration. He says to me, "We both know the truth, it's just whether you'll admit to it or not. I know it's not logical, but I know what I saw. And you had a part in it."

Then I guess you're not as an idiot as I thought, Governor.

I hear him curse under his breath, and he stands up from his chair, and leaves.

My boredom only grew, and I found myself counting seconds I was alone.

16, 17…..

Nothing, only counting…

152, 153…..

A few voices, one of them being the governors talking about something…

976, 977…

if my math was correct, I was only waiting for about 15 or 16 minutes. The door opened, and two familiar faces came in. The door, however, shut behind them.

"Ten minutes," A voice says behind the door with authority.

"Destiny!" Maggie ran to me and hugged my body. Glenn came in too, and he came behind the chair and ripped off the tape keeping me in place. He did the same to my feet, and I grasped Glenn and Maggie with my frail arms.

"Are you okay?" Glenn asked me.I got a good look at his face, and noticed all of the blood and his black eye.

"Fine, but what about you?" I ask Glenn. He shrugs. "Maggie?"

"I'm okay," She says not confidently. "I heard he dumped a walker in here and made you kill it. Did you-,"

I didn't let her finish, "Yes," I said in a hushed whisper, "But the Governor knows it was me, he just doesn't know how I did it."

We stay silent for a minute.

"Do you think that Rick and them are on their way to get us?" I ask.

"Of course, It's Rick after all, he's probably on his way here right as we speak," Maggie reassures me with a kind smile, but then she becomes serious.

"We need to get out of here," She says to both of us. Her gaze goes to the headless walker in the corner of the room that I killed a while ago. It's stench was terrible.

Glenn goes over to the walker, and I wonder what he's planning. He grabs the walker's arm and rips it off it's body. Blood falls from the stump of the walker's shoulder. Glenn snaps the elbow in half, and a bone protrudes from the skin. Glenn grasps the bone and pulls it out of the flesh, and hands it to Maggie.

"You need to transform into a wolf, and Glenn and I will take care of the guards in the outside halls. We counted, and there are only five of them. Do you think you can slip past them?"

"Yes," I say while my body turns into that of a white wolf. I shrug off my human clothes, and nudge them to Maggie, as if telling her, keep them safe for me.

I hide behind the door, so when it is opened, no one will see me. Glenn and Maggie hold the sharp broken walker bones behind their backs.

"Your ten minutes are up," Someone comes into the room, and I don't waste any time in biting the man's ankle.

Blood emerges into my mouth, and I run away, and hear the man's body fall behind me, and the sound of Maggie plunging the bone into the man's head.

I don't wait for them to catch up to me, but I try to help them by wounding the guards outside before they know what hit them. I leaped onto one of them, and the other man with a gruff beard next to me grabs his shotgun and tries to shoot it, but I use my claws and rake them across his face. He screams out in pain. Maggie and Glenn silence him, and the last of the guards are dead. Blood pools around them. My coat is, as it always seems, covered in blood. We opened the door to go outside of this warehouse, but Merle appears. He has a gun on him, and we immediately surrender.

"Where the hell is the girl?" He shouts in frustration. I remember he doesn't know it's me, as the wolf, so I run past him into the street. There are many civilians of a town running to a place, and I wonder where it's to. I sniff around, and smell Rick. Him, and Daryl. They're close.

To let them know where I am, I howl. It's a long howl, just so I know they hear it.

I follow Rick and Daryl's scent.


A.N.: It's been a while hasn't it? I'm glad to be back! I'll try to update more often!