Chapter 27-Fixing Woodbury

Merle's P.O.V

Merle walks out of the prison and looks at the group. "Everybody knows the plans," Merle says. "Let's get going, and let's get this done," He says as he climbs in the truck, and they leave the prison.

Daryl's P.O.V

Daryl sat on the stairs making arrows. "Daryl," Tyreese says as he comes into the cellblock, making the man look at him. "We got a problem in Cellblock D."

"What's the problem?" Daryl asks.

"The girls, Lizzie and Mika, they've been visiting the Governor," Tyreese says.

"How do you know?" Daryl asks as he stands up.

"Their Dad caught them," Tyreese says. Daryl nods as he follows the man through the cellblock and into the tomb until they get to Cellblock D.

"Are they in trouble?" Lizzie and Mika's father, Ryan, ask.

"Nah, I just wanna talk with 'em," Daryl says. Daryl walks into the cellblock and looks at Lizzie and Mika. "Alright, let's talk," Daryl says as he pulls a chair up. "Why are you going to see him."

"He's alone," Mika says.

"He's in that cell for a reason. He killed one of my best friends. A good woman, he attacked this place and killed a lot of people. He's a bad man."

"You've killed people," Lizzie says softly.

"Yeah, I have," Daryl says. "People that were trying to hurt my family, but he killed people. He had no reason to. He did it because he liked it."

"Daryl," Glenn says from outside the cell. "I wanna talk to you."

Daryl nods as he follows him out.

Daune's P.O.V

Daune stood in the watch tower, staring at the fence. "You don't have watch," Daune turns around and looks at his father. "Kids don't ever have watch."

"Carl and Ellie do."

"They volunteered for watch," Morgan says.

"I wanna help, Dad. Standing around, playing with toys, that isn't this world anymore. It's a lie. I wanna do what I can to help keep the prison safe."

"Alright," Morgan says. "I'll talk with Sasha. When I go on runs, you'll come with me until I feel like you can do it on your own."

"Alright," Daune says.

"Daune, you can't just live in the world we are in. I wish you could have the life I did growing up, but you gotta be a kid when you can."

"After seeing what we have, after all the walkers, and...Mom. It's hard to believe that the world can become anything like it was before."

"We have to try."

Glenn's P.O.V

Glenn leads Daryl and Ryan into the tomb. "We should let them keep seeing him."

"Are you crazy? That man is dangerous," Ryan says.

"Yeah, but he is locked in a cell, nobody can get through to the Governor, and nothing is making him regret his decisions. These kids could help change him, make him regret it, and if he was planning something, he might reveal this to them. I'm not saying we let them go there without someone around, but we need someone to knock his walls down. They might be the people to do it," Glenn says.

"Your choice," Daryl says to Ryan.

"He can't hurt them?" Ryan asks.

"That cell is locked, and it is only opened when it is cleaned, or Rick goes down there. We'll have someone go down there with them. I'll do it everytime."

Ryan stares at him for a moment before he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, he could fuck with their heads. I don't want my daughters anywhere near him. It's my decision. It's final," Ryan says before he walks, and Glenn sighs.

"He's right," Daryl says.

"I need him to regret it, Daryl," Glenn growls.

"Those girls won't change that," Daryl says before he walks away.

Merle's P.O.V

Merle stops the truck and looks at the site. "This shit is going to be a piece of cake," Merle says.

"You said that about the big spot, too," Sasha says.

"Shut up," Merle says as they walk towards the site. "Alright, you know the plan. Let's clear this place," They split up. Merle, Sasha, T-dog, Rick, Joel, Carl, and Lori go to the front. Abraham, Rosita, Beth, Laura, and Tommy go to the back. Negan, Oscar, and Andrea go to the left, and Martinez, Axel, and Ellie take the right. They start to hit the fence, and the walkers start to split up. They start to stab the walkers through the fence, and they quickly start to pile up. Merle stabs a walker through the eye, and after ten minutes of killing walkers, they are all dead.

"Let's get this stuff loaded up and back to Woodbury," Rick says as they cut the chains and pull the gates open. They start to load up the supplies as Joel looks at one of the walkers.

"Merle," Joel says. Merle walks over to the man as he turns a walker over. A bullet was in its head. "This man was shot."

"Check the other body," Merle tells the others, who nod as they start to look at the bodies. After searching the bodies for ten minutes, they found that all the people had been shot.

"Did Philip do this?" Andrea asks Martinez, who shakes his head.

"No, we would have cleared this place."

"These people haven't been dead more than two weeks," Joel says.

"So, who the hell did this?" Andrea asks. "Why was the gate locked?"

"Let's not find out," Rick says.

Philip's P.O.V

Philip sat in his cell and looked up when he heard footsteps. Daryl opened the door to his cell and grabbed the man, and pushed him up against the wall. "I don't think Rick would approve of this, Daryl."

"Rick ain't here," Daryl growls. "I wanna kill you. Shove my knife in your heart and let you turn. You talk to those girls again, and I will, regardless of what Rick, Glenn, or Merle say, I will kill you," Daryl says as he throws the man on the floor and leaves the cell. He shuts the cell and locks the door. He turns and looks at the man. "If it was my choice, you would have died on your knees."

"Then I wish it was your choice, Daryl. Sitting in the cell gets worse and worse each day. But I promise you that I will figure out a way to kill myself before I regret killing Maggie," Philip growls, and Daryl walks away from the cell.

Andrea's P.O.V

The trucks pull into Woodbury and stop. Andrea climbs out of the truck and looks at Merle. "Woodbury will take seventy-five percent of the supplies. The prison doesn't need it as bad, we'll use it to reinforce the fence at the back, and that is probably it," Merle tells her. "I talked with Rick on the way here. He said it was okay. We help each other survive."

"Thank you, Merle."

"We'll send some people over to help," Merle tells her. "We'll stay for a couple of hours and help get you started, and then we'll head home."

"Alright, let's get to work."

Merle's P.O.V

Merle was putting metal up when Rick walked up to him. "Some of these people do not like you," Rick says.

"Some of them liked it better with Philip," Merle says. "They have to trade food. They don't have that old-world bullshit anymore. Picnics, parties, they're looking at the world as it is, not from some bullshit view Philip made them believe in. That the world was returning to how it was when we came in. When I attacked Philip, it showed them that the world was not returning to what it was. The old world is dead, Officer Friendly. We're building something new. Some of these idiots want to go back to how it was, but that won't happen with us being alive, and that asshole in that cell, let them give me nasty looks. I don't care about what they think about me."

"I know," Rick says with a smirk. "If you cared about what people thought about you, you wouldn't have done meth and beat the shit out of T-dog on the roof."

"He forgave me for that," Merle says. "Most of the people on that roof are still alive. I gotta say I'm surprised."

"Jacqui isn't."

"I can't say I blamed her for what she did. I considered it a few times after I got off that roof," Merle says.

"Sorry about that."

"You shouldn't be. You locking me up on that roof helped me get my shit together," He says.

"Then you're welcome."

"You're an asshole, Officer Friendly."

No one's P.O.V

A group of two dozen people sat in the woods around a small camp. A man sat in the middle of the camp. The man was large, standing over six feet tall. The man stood at six-four. He had short black hair and a full black beard. A scar went across the right eye. An ax sat on his side, and a Desert Eagle on his lap. He stared at one of his men as he came into camp. "The rotters are dead," He tells the large man, who smiles.

"Did you see it?" The large man asks.

"Yes, a large group. Eighteen people, they cleared it out quickly. Looked like they were led by a man with one hand. It was easy for them. They were well armed and clean."

"Good, anybody follows them."

"Daniels and Richards are on their trail. We'll know where they come from within the next forty-eight hours."

"Good, you've done your job. Make sure they stay hidden, I want to know where these people come from, and I want to watch them for a couple of weeks before we take what is ours."

"Of course," He nods as he walks away. The large man smiles as he stands up and walks towards his tent. He sits down and grabs his water. He looks at another man as he walks in. The man was just below six feet. He was five-eleven and had long black hair.

"So, Daemon, I just heard about this new group."

Daemon smiles and nods. "They will be a good hunt for us, Luke. Maybe they'll have some pretty women."

"The one we're already holding isn't enough for you."

"We took her from that shitty camp. Bring her in here," Daemon tells his brother, who nods as he leaves. A couple of minutes later, he brings the woman in here. The woman was bruised and beaten. Her clothes were torn. "You've done well for me," Daemon says as he pulls his ax out. "Thank you, any final words."

"Go tell hell," She says. He smiles as he grabs her by her hair and slams the ax into her stomach. He tears it across her stomach, and her guts leak out as she falls to the ground and dies.

"I will someday."

Lizzie's P.O.V

That night Lizzie got up and left her cell quickly. She entered the tombs and walked down the halls until she reached Philip's cell. The man looked at her and smiled. "Daryl said I wouldn't see you anymore."

"You're my friend. They can't stop me from seeing my friend."

"No, they can't, sweetheart," Philip says. "Alright, why don't you tell me a story?"

Thanks for reading. The next chapter will be another time skip. In two months, more about this group will be revealed, and Philip will continue playing his game while the group learns of a new threat. As always, suggestions, ideas, and feedback are welcomed. Until next time.