Chapter 3, The Governor.

Silence...

That's all he hears anymore, silence.

Not comforting, no. This silence has something else to it, like when you here a noise in the dead of night and you go to investigate. The uncomfortable silence surrounding your body as you look around trying to find something, you don't know what it is but you know something might be out there.

No...

This felt different. It was more like he was the one that made the noise, to draw his enemy out into the open. Where he watches them look left and right for something, anything. He was the predator. The poor mindless person before him was his prey, but that wasn't exactly true. Where he sat was in the middle of nowhere watching with his one good eye; the flames that danced in his camp fire.

The Governor face remained blank of any emotion as he focused on his dark thoughts. Had he lost his own war? That was the only other question that he kept asking himself. The main thought that haunted him was the memory of what he'd don earlier today.

Their screams as they tried running, but nothing could stop a faster bullet from hitting their backs. Not even that brought out any emotion. He just stared blankly at the fire.

A biter snarled as it limped closer and closer to the fire; her yellow eyes and snapping jaw would strike fear into any normal person. The Governor didn't stir. Her lifeless grunts fell on deaf ears.

Walking straight into the fire, the biter was engulfed in flames. Collapsing to the ground the biter used its upper body strength and pulled itself closer to the Governor, his eyes looked passed it, still watching the flames.

BANG!

Martinez lowered his Ak-47, it was a clean shot right through the skull of the biter. He watched the Governor do nothing about the biter before, even now Martinez shook his head looking at the Governor. Without saying a word he headed back into his tent while the Governor continued to sit in front of the fire.

Morning came much to his dislike, the warm sunshine shining through the tiny holes of his tent. Zipping open his tent the Governor's skin was met by the frosty morning air signaling that winter was coming soon. Barely having time to adjust his eye to the morning light he noticed something was wrong, walking out to the middle of his camp he looked around for any signs of Martinez, Shrumpert and their vehicle.

Dropping his gaze to the ground a small chuckle emitted from his throat, not that anything was funny but rather from his current predicament. Now he was truly left with nothing, nobody, he was all alone.

His eyes wandered from the ground to the only thing left, an eight wheeled truck that was left after he and his men attacked the national guard. He remembered that day. The day when he benefited with more weapons, armed trucks and ammunition. How ironic; he had everything to win the war, he was going to win the war but yet he lost. Outsmarted by his enemy.

Now he most probably lost his town, Woodbury. Walking towards the truck he opened the door and searched the glove compartment, hearing the metal clanging of keys he pulled it out and started the truck. The truck roared to life as it accelerated off the dirt and onto the road towards Woodbury.

Mind focused on one thing during the entire drive, it was like time flew by when he reached the gates of Woodbury. The Governors grip tightened on the steering wheel and his foot floored the accelerator. At that moment time seemed to slow down as he drove right through the gates. A small boom sound was made as soon as the truck made contact with the gate, the torn down gate sent pieces of debris into the air.

The truck didn't stop there, crashing through several solar panels and plants that stood on paving separating the left and right streets. The truck finally stopped when it was rammed into one of woodbury's buildings, Tim's ice cream shop. The wall demolished and the truck destroyed everything until it hit the back wall.

The Governor jolted forward almost hitting his head against the wheel. Slowly looking back up he saw the smoke rising from the bonnet. It seemed stupid to waste a vehicle like this, but he had his reasons especially for ramming it through this specific building. This building is where they kept their food supply, it wasn't the only building but it was where they kept about seventy percent of it.

Opening the door his feet landed on the ground with several crunches from the different types of food now littering what was left of the store. There was no was nobody left in Woodbury, the Governor knew that all too well. And there was no way he was going to let anyone take the supplies they had. On the ride here he divided on how he was going to do that, he was going to burn the entire fucking town.

Slash!

"You okay", Ricks voice of concern asked Maggie.

"yeah, I'm good", she replied, pulling her machete out of another walkers skull.

They had been in the tombs for a good fifteen minutes or so with their new volunteers close by. As predicted the tombs weren't full of walkers, their where just one or two around every corner, but manageable.

"How about you"

"I didn't kill it", Rick replied with a small chuckle.

"But otherwise, how's Carl"

"I'm fine I guess, but I'd say otherwise for Carl. He kind of blew off on me", Rick didn't think Carl yelled that loud outside the cell block.

"I heard", she replied as they rounded another corner,"what blew him off"

Rick sighed,"I dunno, he has been a ticking time bomb ever since yesterday. Just didn't expect him to ask me so quickly"

"Ask you what"

"If the Governor was dead", the conversation took a pause as a walker shuffled towards them. Maggie raised her machete but Rick held his hand out. "I got this", stepping closer to the walker Rick raised his own weapon, the axe he mainly used. Gripping the handle tightly he drew it back. The walker grunted as it got closer, with one quick lash Rick decapitated the walker, the head still grunted and snapped its jaw at him.

"I take it your mad too", Maggie said. Swinging the axe downwards Rick ended the walker once and for all. Pulling the axe out he turned back to her.

"Not at Carl", he said, continuing their walk,"we went out to finally end the Governor, instead I got too focused on saving his people"

"Rick", Maggie said in half shock,"would you rather have left them, you did the right thing"

"Maybe, but the Governor is still out there-who knows doing what, I can see where Carl's coming from"

"I can too but it doesn't matter now Rick", they both stopped and Maggie continued,"he lost, he has nothing. Those people you brought here would've still followed him. Who knows what would've happened if you didn't bring them back"

Rick nodded, he knew Maggie was right, but Carl also had a point. The Governor is still alive and that means he's a threat."your right"

"We'll get the Governor sooner or later", and with that they continued clearing the tombs.

Blazing flames rose from the smallest to the tallest buildings of Woodbury. The fires roared with life consuming everything in its path, not one building stood that wasn't burning. The dead came through the dismantled gate and into the burning town, all of them moaning from starvation, searching for something to devour.

They all limped ahead, failing to see the figure standing near a white building watching them pass by. The Governor watched as his town burned to the ground, his whole life was built around this town. Now it's nothing but more bad memories. His one eye watched the biters avoid him, the feeling of the dead not seeing him made him feel just like one of them. Dead, nothing but a corpse limping around chasing the living.

Is this what it has come to? Is it now truly over?

...no

A small voice echoed within his head.

This isn't over yet, I don't need an army to win the war. An idea came to his head. A sly smirk made its way to his face, he knew exactly how he was going to win this war.

Another chapter, I might have the next one up by tomorrow, review or whatever pls, thnx