Dexter and the Dead

by Mrwrightnow0687

Dexter kills Travis Marshall, Deb catches him in the act but follows protocol and arrests him on the spot. Now Dexter has to fend for himself in jail and an impending death by lethal injection but the worst is yet to come when a strange virus spreads through Miami raising the dead. Now Dexter shows Deb he is a necessary evil as he butchers swarms of undead villains in prison.

2. Chapter 2

Dexter and the Dead

Chapter 2

This man named Rick Grimes intrigued me, only a few minutes in my presence and he could already see through my mask. Either I had lost all my humanity during my uncountable amount of days locked in the food storage cabinet, or Rick really saw right through me.

"I'm going to ask you one more time then my associate here is going to put an arrow through your eye, what the hell are you?" Rick asked again as the sounds of groaning undead began to seep through the door leading to the hallway from the cafeteria.

"I don't understand your question." I lied through a chuckle hoping the group would just leave me alone in my small fortress.

Rick charged me and pinned me against the wall and I fought the urge to shove the blade of my hidden scalpel in between his rib cage.

"You're going to stop playing games with me Dexter Morgan, what are you in here for and why did you kill those men? I know it wasn't just about food I'm not stupid now what are you?" Rick asked through gritted teeth

I motioned my head to the elderly man lying in a puddle of blood spewing from the stump where his leg once was, a leg who Rick himself severed.

"What are you?" I asked the already irate man

Rick laid a powerful punch to my gut and I fell to my knees and struggled for air, Rick knelt beside me and whispered in my ear.

"I'm just a man struggling to survive through all this and keep his family safe, anyone who gets in the way of that is going to loose."

The groans of undead became deafening as they clawed the other side of the door and for a moment the man with the crossbow took his aim off me and pointed towards the door. I slipped my scalpel from underneath my waistband and was about to strike when I saw Rick run to the side of the elderly unconscious man and with the help of a larger black man pick him up. An oriental man and young woman stood strong with their array of weapons at ready and I realized these people even Rick didn't meet my normal criteria for a kill. They were just trying to survive like Rick said and maybe with my help they could and with their help I would be able to get out of this prison and search for Deb. Call it naïve or foolish hope but I believed she was still out there alive and fighting.

"Identity Theft" I yelled over the groans to Rick

"What the hell are you talking about?" Rick asked

"You asked why I was in here and what I am; I'm just a guy who thought he could steal people's wallets and credit cards and get away with it." I lied once again realizing the alternative would be telling the truth full well knowing Rick wouldn't accept it like Deb and Masuka did.

"And those men?" Rick asked pointing towards the four prisoners I had eagerly killed many months ago.

"They were dead when I got here I swear someone had done a real number on them I suspect rival gangs or something, I'm not into any of that I just wanted to sound like a tough guy earlier saying I killed them so you wouldn't kill me. Now I see you're good people and I want to go with you, please let me go with you I can't survive like this anymore." I cried as I dropped to my knees by Rick giving a performance worthy of an Oscar.

"Rick we got to get moving there stacking up out there." The man with the crossbow said

Rick eyed me up and down and I could tell he was still a little uneasy with me but something about this man didn't allow him to leave people behind I could sense it.

"Get up and arm yourself with something." Rick said still uneasy

"Aw hell no man we just met this guy you can't seriously be thinking about taking him back with us?" The large black man said while adjusting the weight of the elderly man he was holding

"We're going to need all the man power we can get to run through these walkers and I'm not leaving anyone behind T-Dog." Rick answered

"I'm with T-Dog on this one Rick we don't know what this guy's capable of, we should leave him." The Oriental man said

"Glenn what did I tell you guys before this isn't a democracy anymore what I say goes it's kept us alive this long, so Dexter goes with us it's settled." Rick barked

I thanked Rick again and ran through the cafeteria looking for a weapon wanting to keep the group in the dark about my hidden shank. I settled on a wooden rolling pin from the kitchen and joined back up with the group.

"Daryl gets the door, Glenn and Maggie you guys take the first wave open up a path for T-Dog and I to get Hershel out of here." Rick gave his orders and the group obediently obeyed.

The man name Daryl with the crossbow inched towards the door and grabbed the handle; he counted up to three on his fingers then opened it. A swarm of seven undead waded through the door and Glenn and Maggie went straight to work bludgeoning the undead in the head with their crowbars and batons. I couldn't help but stand back and take all of this in, these once normal people had been forged in the darkness of this hell and now would kill at a moments notice with no hesitation, I could relate.

Glenn and Maggie continued their killing spree and Daryl hung back and strategically shot oncoming undead in the head with crossbow darts until there was a big enough path for Rick and T-Dog to escort the unconscious Hershel through.

"Follow them and make yourself useful you sack of shit." Daryl yelled pointing to Rick, Hershel and T-Dog

I followed armed with my rolling pin and for the first time in months got my first kill dropping a slow moving prisoner who was on the heels of Rick and T-Dog. I so wanted to stand there and revel in it but the longer I stayed the further Rick moved away and the more undead would file in behind them. I took off running down the hall and charged two undead and knocked them to the floor and continued running till I caught up to a group of four still tailing Rick. I swung hard with my rolling pin and caved in the side of the head of a prisoner on the right then gripped each end of the rolling pin with both hands and thrust it upwards into the jaw of the middle prisoner as he spun around. The middle undead prisoner's feet went out from under him and he fell to the backwards, I slammed my foot down on the prisoners head over and over till his brains littered the floor. The final prisoner came at me before I had a chance to react and grabbed me by the shoulders; I struggled to break loose from his grip as he came at me with gapping jaws. I rotated my right arm around and hit the prisoner in the face with my rolling pin as I did, then brought the pin back down to connect with the top of his skull fracturing it with the force of the blow. I looked to my right and saw T-Dog and Rick battling through a small wave of undead while still holding Hershel and to my left another group slowly making their way towards us with Glenn, Maggie and Daryl battling through to get to us. I stood there looking right and left deciding which group I should help and finally decided on helping Rick, he was their leader he called the shots and I would need him, if for anything just a hostage. I ran towards the group of five undead tailing Rick and T-Dog and engaged again with my rolling pin of death, each hit weakening the wood until I finally shattered it across a prisoners jaw. Two more undead to go and Rick and T-Dog where distracted by another group blocking their path in front of them, it was time for me to unveil my now most favorite killing tool, my scalpel I had taken from Quinn in the nurses station. T-Dog took down an advancing prisoner with his metal bar but Rick had swung to low and only fazed another. The prisoner dropped to his knees but quickly reached out and grabbed Rick's legs tripping him to the floor, T-Dog felt the weight of Hershel shift all towards him and looked back noticing Rick wasn't with him. Rick held his hands up and motioned for T-Dog to push forward then rolled on his back and violently kicked the prisoner in the face.

"Go T-Dog; get Hershel out of here now!" Rick yelled as he fought to push off the undead prisoner who had managed to crawl on top of him.

T- Dog took out one more prisoner then noticed three more heading his way down the hall, he looked back once more at Rick struggling with the undead on top of him, then back to Hershel unconscious in his arms and then back to the three approaching undead. He weighed his odds and decided to do as ordered and dipped to the left into another hallway out of sight with Hershel.

I ran to Rick's aid and kicked the prisoner in the face knocking him off, I knelt on the prisoners neck as he struggled to get up and plunged the scalpel deep into his eye socket till he stopped fidgeting then directed my war path to the three oncoming undead. Rick lay there stunned as I ran up and put my shoulder into the first man knocking him off balance then slammed the tip of my scalpel into the temple of the next. In the heat of the moment I forgot my enemy was no longer human and reverted back to my old kill strategies. I laid my forearm into the neck of the third prisoner and took him into the wall then proceeded to plunge the blade of my scalpel over and over into the major arteries and organs. I hit the kidneys, the liver, sliced deep into the throat and finally the heart when I snapped back into reality and realized I had to kill the brain. I jammed the scalpel into the prisoner's soft left temple and whirled around to meet the last prisoner struggling to get to his feet and violently kicked him in the head and crushed his skull with the heel of my shoe. I turned back to Rick who stood there wide eyed and shaken and he motioned with his head to the left directing me down the hallway. I looked behind him and saw the rest of the group plowing through the remaining undead then turned to the left and ran down the hall, T-Dog and a small boy were eagerly waiting for us holding the Cell block A door open. Once the whole group was safely in the cell block they shut the doors and before I had a moment to rest I was immediately hit with the heavy fist of Rick Grimes. I stumbled back and lost grip of my scalpel as it clamored across the floor, I had just saved this mans life and this was my repayment I was baffled.

"What the fuck was that for?" I demanded rubbing my jaw with my left hand noticing it and I assumed my face was drenched in dark red blood.

"You're going to stop lying to me asshole, the way you killed back there that wasn't the style of an Identity thief." Rick yelled

I realized my error now, in my moment of blood lust I had let me guard down and showed Rick my true colors, my dark passenger had shown through. I was immediately regretting following Rick and his group. I had everything I needed to survive for months why had I gotten involved with them I should have known I wouldn't be able to coexist with normal people not in this atmosphere.

"I already told you what I am if you don't believe me that's fine" I replied as I shoved past Rick and headed for the exit back to the hallway. I would rather deal with the dead than the living at this point I knew how to deal with death the living were to confusing and unpredictable.

T- Dog and Daryl stepped in front of me blocking my path and Glenn stood vigilant in the corner. I locked eyes with all three men and could tell they would defend their group at any cost, I was trapped. I turned to meet Rick once again and he crept closer till he was toe to toe with me.

"We can't just let you roam free in here; you're a dangerous man Dexter Morgan." Rick said holding a stare down with me.

I glanced behind Rick and noticed an open cell door that lead to a separate hallway. Supplies were scattered within it most likely a makeshift supply closet for the group. If I could get Rick past the cell door and lock it, he would be cut off from his group were we could settle this one on one and I could make my way down that hallway and out of the prison.

"Dangerous…you have no idea." I said glaring at Rick, I wiped more blood from my chin and then striked.

At that distance I was in perfect range to lunge into a vicious head butt and I did just that. My forehead collided with Rick's nose sending him stumbling back disoriented while he held his face in his hands. Before the rest of the group could react I charged him and pushed him backwards with all my strength. Rick lost his footing and fell to the floor, he slid the rest of the way into the dividing cell and I quickly darted in and slammed the door shut just as T-Dog, Daryl and Glenn's arms slipped through the bars. I turned and grinned at the group locked out unable to help their leader and they glared back at me while they cursed and swore. Rick was back on his feet and rushed me before I turned, in my victory I had become carless and didn't even see him coming. Rick slammed me into the bars and the men on the other side held my head and arms as Rick landed punch after punch into my kidneys, this was an all out brawl. I got my arms free and pushed off the bars while Rick wrapped me up in a bear hug behind me, I propelled myself backwards with my legs and him and I slammed into the hard concrete wall. Rick let loose and I spun round and landed a right elbow to his right cheek then a hard jab to his sternum with my left fist. Rick coughed loudly and gasped for breath but still he fought on. His courage was commendable and there was no doubt he was trained in hand to hand combat but with darkness on my side this would be a loosing battle for him. Rick lunged forward and wrapped his arms around my lower torso and tried to take me down. I cupped both my hands together and slammed them down on the top of his head then grabbed him from under his arm pits, spun him round and threw him to the floor. Rick propped himself up on his elbows and shook his head, he shakily got to his feet and spat some blood and mucus on the floor. He rose to his feet, rolled his shoulders, put his arms up in a guard and gestured me in a dare to come at him with a wave of his hand, this man was definitely tough and no doubt hardened by their current situation.

"T-Dog, Daryl get in there and help him please!" a pregnant woman wailed on the other side of the bars.

"I can't Lorrie Rick's got the keys." T-Dog yelled back

Rick and I both looked down at the master keys and useless key cards (due to the power outage) hanging from his belt then back at each other. Rick went for the keys and fumbled with the clip to release them and I took that opportunity to charge him again. Rick was ready this time and he blocked my punch and landed an uppercut and I could feel the skin of my chin split from the blow. I went for an open palm strike to Rick's damaged nose but he ducked backwards and landed a solid kick to my gut, I backpedaled and held my stomach as he came in for another attack. Rick attempted to kick me in the face as I was hunched over in pain but I blocked it with my hands, I kicked out his left knee and his leg dropped to the floor. I stood straight up and landed a right hook that met Rick's left eye and he fell back, I went to pin him but he kicked upwards and got me right in my balls…now I was pissed. Rick struggled to get back to his feet his left knee obviously hurt but came at me with a barrage of punches, some landing others I blocked. I got a hit in on Rick's kidneys but he countered with a left hook that nearly spun me around. Seeing I was stunned Rick jumped forward and went for a tackle, I took a step back and threw a knee into his gut. As Rick bent over attempting to catch his breath I wrapped my forearm around his neck in a standing chokehold and began to apply pressure. In a normal reaction to his windpipe being crushed Rick at first tried to pry my arm off him, then frantically reached upwards to gouge my eyes but with no success. I squeezed tighter and waited for him to collapse into unconsciousness but Rick, bloody, bruised, and winded still had more fight in him. He put everything he had left into powerful punches to my body and I winced in pain but still managed to hold on. I wrestled with him as I almost lost my grip and now had my back turned towards the group on the other side of the cell door. I couldn't see but I could feel the eyes of the group meet Rick's as he struggled to hold his head up and breathe. I didn't want this situation to end up like this I respected Rick's heart and how he fought for the safety of his group but if he stood in the way of me finding Deb and surviving I needed to do what I had to do. Rick's punches lost their strength and started becoming lazy, he fought less to break my hold and just before he passed out I felt a searing pain in my right shoulder. I let Rick loose were he fell to the floor and gasped in lung full's of air and I looked down to examine my shoulder. There was a tip of a bloody arrow sticking straight through it; I reached up with my left hand and delicately touched it then turned around to see who shot me. To my surprise, along with everyone else's a young boy in an oversized Sherriff's hat held Daryl's crossbow steady and loaded with another arrow aimed right at my chest.

"Dexter!" Rick screamed from behind me and I spun around just as he landed a final punch to my face and everything went black.

I awoke in a panic; sweat stained my sheets and bra and panties I was using as pajamas. I stared at the ceiling and tried to retrace the dream I had, there were walkers hundreds of them and just before they overran me Dexter came out of the shadows and decapitated all of them. I turned to Dex and ran at him with open arms for a long awaited loving embrace but as I got closer I noticed his bottom jaw was almost completely unhinged and blood dripped from his torn lips. I turned on my heels and ran as fast as I could away from him but he was faster and before I knew it he was on top of me and had me pinned to the blood drenched soil. I locked eyes with him and begged for him to stop but just like every other time he lunged for my neck, and then I woke up. This was a terrifying reoccurring dream and I couldn't help but wonder what it meant. A warm hand crept slowly over my shoulder and lay lovingly on my chest and immediately my heart rate began to slow. I looked to the left and examined the face of my savior and lover Phillip Blake, who everyone lovingly referred to in Woodbury as the governor.

"Same dream again Deb?" he asked in a soft tone

"Yeah" I replied "It's getting worse, every time it gets more detailed sometimes I can almost feel the blood on me."

"One day you're going to have to tell me about it, I've been through hell too you know maybe I could help, you know lend you some insight." Phillip said

I wrapped the sheet around me and playfully rolled on top and straddled him

"O would you please bestow upon me your knowledge o great and powerful governor."

I joked as I nibbled his bottom lip and held his wrists down to the bed.

"Don't make me declare martial law on you." Phillip said through a smirk

"And don't make me bust out the handcuffs again." I replied motioning with my head to the left were the items from my old life laid, including my gun, cuffs, wallet and badge from Miami Metro.

Just as our lips meet the door to Phillips room inched open and a familiar harsh country accent came through announcing himself. Phillip sprang from the bed and threw on some pants and I wrapped the sheet around me as Meryl Dixon casually walked in covering his eyes leaving an obvious crack in between his fingers so he could examine me.

"I thought I told you to always knock Meryl, you do it again you're going to be an appetizer for the biters." Philip lectured

"Sorry Governor, but this couldn't wait." Meryl said as he dropped his hand from his eyes and blatantly checked me out, the man disgusted me but he was one of Phillip's best soldiers.

"Well…spit it out Meryl what the fucks so important." I demanded

"O I love it when you talk dirty sweet heart." Meryl said licking his lips

"What do you want Dixon?" Phillip asked again this time with less patience in his tone

"Sorry sir, we've caught three survivors in the outskirts of town just on the edge of the green zone." Meryl said "we brought them all back here were just waiting on your orders governor."

"Three…how did they survive out there…no matter were any of them hostile?" Phillip asked

"Well sir believe it or not two of them are a part of my brothers group and let's just say they weren't exactly happy to see me under the circumstances of our last encounter. The other is some crazy sword wielding ni…black girl and she definitely put up a fight." Meryl said fighting hard to control his racist outbursts knowing the governor did not approve of such behavior.

"The two that were with your brother, did they tell you anything about him is he safe?" Phillip asked

"Not only is he safe governor he's with the rest of the group boarded up somewhere and from the looks of them their sitting pretty cozy right now, sir I'd like to be the one to interrogate them see if I can find out where their at." Meryl asked

"Absolutely Meryl but be gentle with our guests." Phillip said, Meryl nodded and began to walk out the door but the governor stopped him

"And Meryl, bring me the other one I'd like to have a talk with her." Meryl nodded again and walked out, ten minutes later two more of Phillip's men dragged in the other survivor.

She was a young black female very slender in build but if you were to take a look into her deep black eyes you could instantly tell this was not a person you should mess with. Her black dread locks flung through the air as she fought against the guards who finally managed to put her in a seat and bind her hands to it with rope.

"You've got nothing to fear from us ma'am and I assure you we brought you here for your own good you're not a prisoner." Phillip said as I stood in the corner still wrapped in my bed sheet watching in awe, we didn't encounter many survivors anymore and finding these three gave me hope that maybe Dexter was still out there.

"Not a prisoner?" The female said as she spat by Phillip's feet "Is that why I'm tied to this chair?"

"It's for your protection as well as ours miss, you've got to realize you're in a safe place and once you calm down I'll be happy to remove the ropes." Phillip reassured her

"Safe, is that why all those military jeeps have bullet holes and fresh blood in them." The girl responded

"Phillip what is she talking about?" I asked confused I hadn't seen any seen any jeeps in the town

"I saw that platoon on the side of the highway just yesterday and I remember those jeeps. They were surviving just fine but what's funny is I go back today and their all dead and all their equipment and supplies are gone. I recognize those jeeps, I've seen them in your yard and I can see your men aren't shy of weapons." The female snarled

"So what are you insinuating ma'am, me and my men walked up to a platoon of highly trained, armed soldiers and killed them all?" Phillip asked her

"Exactly" she replied

Phillip laughed loudly then turned to me

"She's delirious Deb I assure you, I can imagine life on the road dealing with the biters could make one…suspicious, but I can tell you we have no such jeeps or met any soldiers since they abandoned Woodbury." Phillip said as he held my hand

"Liar!" the woman shouted

One of Phillip's men reentered the room with a long sharp sword in a white sheath with a white hilt and presented it to Phillip.

"She was found with this on here." The man said and Phillip pulled the blade from its sheath and studied it.

"Thank you; leave us alone with her we've got a lot to discuss." Phillips said

"You're obviously a survivor Ms…I'm sorry I haven't gotten your name yet."

"Michonne" the female barked at Phillip and me as she looked us up and down with her intense eyes

"Michonne, that's a pretty name. Well Michonne although I can see you can handle yourself I doubt you were able to survive alone out there all this time, who were you with?" Phillip asked

For the first time since she walked in the door I saw a moment of pain in Michonne's deadly eyes and her head hung low as words escaped her that were almost a whisper.

"I was with someone….Andrea…I…couldn't save her." Michonne said sounding ashamed as if her actions were directly involved with the death of her travel companion.

"I'm sorry to her that Michonne, but I cant believe that you don't have a base of operations somewhere, a sanctuary, a home somewhere were the walkers cant get to you." Phillip asked

"No, I keep moving it's safer that way." Michonne answered

"You're lying to me Michonne and I can't have untrustworthy people in my town, now tell me where your camp is?" Phillip asked continuing with his strange questions

I had interrogated hundreds of suspected criminals in my time in Miami Metro Homicide and I knew when someone was sincere or bullshitting and Michonne was definitely not lying. So why was Phillip pressing so hard to find Michonne's camp, but who was I to question Phillip's leadership after all he did save me. I had been on the run for months I had tried to make it back to Homicide but it was already overrun. I teamed up with an assortment of illegal's, business men, club rats, and suburban house moms and immediately assumed responsibility for the group based on my authority and knowhow from the police department. I thought that all my training, confidence and skill would be enough to survive through all of this but I was way wrong. Within a matter of two months I had made countless mistakes and gotten my group into situations that lead to a majority of them getting slaughtered by walkers. In the end the group rose up in a mutiny and just as they were about to slice my throat the governor and his men stormed in, killed them and saved me. I remember the look of confidence and unwavering fearlessness in Phillip's face as he fought to save me from my group and the walkers that had flocked to us when they heard the gunfire and knew that this was the kind of person I needed in my life. The governor was the kind of person I needed to model myself after, to one day be as strong of a leader, the leader I thought I was but sadly wasn't. I spent so much time with Phillip at Woodbury and obviously he saw something in me to because we were inseparable and got married after about a month into my stay here in the tiny town.

Phillip knelt by Michonne and began questioning her again but Michonne ignored him which sent the governor into a rage that I had never seen since I knew him.

"You're going to answer my questions now or there will be consequences!" Phillip yelled but still Michonne ignored him.

"Have it your way." Phillip said and walked to my side and whispered in my ear

"Deb I need to be alone with her please leave."

"Why what are you planning to do, she's telling the truth she has no one else out there with her and nowhere she calls home. If she doesn't want to be here why not let her go on her own if she wants to be walker chow." I asked

"I don't need to explain myself to you Debra you remember what happened when you called the shots last time!" Phillip yelled. This was the first time he had brought up my failure as a leader since he had rescued me and the insult pierced me like a hot knife.

"I just don't see…why…." I began to contest but Phillip interjected and once again began yelling at me

"That's your problem, you don't see. You don't see how this woman could have dozens of her group members outside the town perimeter just waiting to storm through and steal our supplies or how her herself could be a danger to all of us. We need to find her camp and we need to assess whether she's a threat or not to us and I need you to leave so I can establish that, do I make myself clear?" Phillip asked and I looked down at my feet completely defeated.

I looked back up about to answer yes but as I did I saw Michonne leap from her chair with a small blade she must have had hidden and used to cut the ropes tying her to the chair.

"Look out!" I yelled at Phillip as Michonne came charging towards us

Phillip turned around just as Michonne swung down with her blade, Phillip put his hands up in a guard and the knife deflected off his palm tearing a large gash into it. The momentum of the strike was only slightly slowed and the blade was redirected towards Phillip's right eye were it plunged deep into his eye socket. Phillip fell to his knees and screamed in pain, I lunged towards the desk and grabbed my gun. I ripped the gun from its holster and pointed it towards Michonne but before I had a chance to get her in my sights she had already picked up her sword from the floor and had the blade at my neck. I took my finger off the trigger and held my hands up in a gesture of surrender. Michonne looked me up and down once again with a scowl then noticed the shiny metal of my homicide detective's badge on the bedside table; she picked it up while still holding the blade to my neck and examined it then looked down at me again.

"Lieutenant?" she asked

I nodded carefully trying not to bury the blade any deeper into the skin of my neck. The governor's guards began pounding on the bedroom door and shouting obviously hearing the screams within and Michonne searched frantically for an exit. The guards began to beat in the door and Michonne looked to the window knowing it was her only way out. She swung and hit me in the side of the head with the flat of her blade knocking me to the floor and I struggled to stay conscious as I watched her use my badge as a blunt object to break the window and leap through. The guards busted through the door and went to the aid of the governor and I got to my feet and grabbed my gun from the floor. I aimed out the window at Michonne who was quickly wading through the crowded streets and making her way towards the overturned bus we used as a barricade to keep the undead out. Michonne began to scale the makeshift wall and sliced through a guard keeping watch before he had a chance to react when she reached the top. I shook my head, aimed down my sights took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. The bullet rocketed out my barrel and clipped Michonne in the right leg as she leapt from the top of the bus out of sight. I sunk to the floor and cursed, I could feel warm blood trickling down the left side of my face and I wiped it with my right hand. I pulled back and almost screamed at the sight of the large amount of blood on my palm, I struggled to stay awake as the men attended first to their beloved governor obviously seeing me as expendable. I continued to struggle, I didn't want to fall asleep…I didn't want to dream anymore.

The door to a cell closed loudly, the metal on metal clang brought me back into consciousness. I rose up quickly and was immediately shoved back down by T-dog who held a gun aimed at my head. Through my disorientation I could barely make out Hershel at my right side seeing to my bandages. Somehow Hershel had survived his amputation and the strength of him and the group impressed me even more.

"Move again bitch I dare you." T-Dog threatened as he tightened his grip around his hand gun.

"Why…why didn't you just let me die, throw me out over the walls let the monsters finish me?" I asked completely baffled about the level of care I was receiving especially after nearly killing one of their own.

"Because their the monsters, not us." T-Dog responded

"T-dog we need you over here now!" Rick yelled from the opposite side of the cell where there was obviously a struggle but with Hershel blocking my view I couldn't see what was going on.

"You need to calm down ma'am were trying to help you." Rick yelled through labored breaths

"That's not the first time I've heard that today, let me go!" a mysterious female voice demanded

"Let's just knock her out Rick so Hershel can work on her." Daryl said

"No she was muttering something about people from our group; Glenn and Maggie have been in town way to long I want to know what she knows." Rick yelled

Finally Hershel finished his work and moved out of my view, I took a moment to check my dressings and found the first aid work impeccable, Hershel was definitely in the medical field before all this. I strained my eyes to see through my blurred vision from my concussion and saw T-Dog and Daryl holding a black woman down to a chair while Rick stood over her examining a sword in a white sheath.

"What's going on?" I asked the old man who was busy cleaning up my old soiled bandages and clumsily propping himself up with one crutch and I couldn't help but stare at his wrapped pant leg hiding his nub.

Hershel looked down then back at me with sad eyes obviously still getting use to his new handicap.

"It had to be done, Rick did a good thing the infection would have spread and I would have been a walker within minutes." Hershel told me more then likely reassuring himself that this was the better alternative.

"I'm sorry…" I said actually feeling for this man "Who is she, what's going on?" I asked again

"None of your concern" Hershel said as he slowly limped through the cell then locked the door on his way into Cell block A

"She's a prisoner and a threat stuck in here, just like you." The voice of a small boy growled through the bars.

I turned my head to the left and meet the eyes of the boy who had shot me with the crossbow. Although the oversized sheriff's hat looked somewhat comical on this child I could see that the weight of this environment hung especially heavy on him. At first glance you saw a child who could be in middle school, waiting on his first kiss and complaining about his grades and parents. But if you looked closer you could see the pain and anger of a boy who had been forced to comprehend things well past his maturity level. When something as young and innocent as this experienced something so vile and unexplainable as this apocalypse, the likelihood of him turning to the darkness for comfort is almost certain because the darkness is all that he knows. I had turned, Brian Moser my long lost brother turned, would this boy be able to pull through this mayhem without the darkness at his back.

"My dad found her outside the fence perimeter, she was covered in walker blood and had a good size bullet wound in her leg. She's been fighting us ever since we brought her inside, no one threatens our group…not her…not you, no one and you'll learn to appreciate our hospitality or you can fend for yourself against the walkers." The little boy said, I was terrified at the ferociousness of this child.

"Carl get over here now!" the pregnant woman demanded from her chair in the corner of Cell block A.

Once Carl had walked up to this woman, his head hanging low and recieved a lecture that even made me cringe I had no doubt in my mind that this was his mother. The woman made Carl sit in her chair then walked to the bars and knelt down as low as she could with her distended belly so she could be somewhat at my level.

"You touch my husband again or try to hurt anyone of my family or group I'll be the one that ends you, do you understand?" the woman asked and I could only starred wide eyed and nod.

I never really knew my mother; the fact that she was hacked into pieces with a chainsaw in front of me had a lot to do with that and the closest parent figure I had been scolded by was Deb. Harry was to scared of what I would do if he lectured me like a normal child so every mistake I made was handled with a thorough explanation of that mistake and a promise to not do it again. So needless to say a lecture from an alpha mother like this woman both intrigued and scared the hell out of me.

"Lorrie leave him alone and go take a seat with Carl." Rick ordered as he, T-Dog, and Daryl all walked through the cell door and locked it.

I propped myself up and stared at the woman on the opposite side of my cell still in her chair. She hunched over and stared intensely right back at me, her dark passenger definitely wasn't hiding.

"You two try not to kill each other" T-Dog said as he double checked the lock then walked away

"What's your story?" I asked the woman who just stood there and continued to stare

I took a moment to examine the bloody spot on her pants that clung to her thigh and she looked me up and down and noticed the bandages covering the arrow wound on my right shoulder. We were like two mad caged dogs circling each other trying to pick out a weakness that would give us an advantage in a fight to the death. I continued to examine this strange female and noticed something shiny and brass plated clipped to her belt loop, this object…I had seen it before but I couldn't quite remember where… it couldn't be. I strained my eyes to examine the inscription on the plating and finally made out the name on it…Lt. Morgan, it was a badge Deb's badge!

Where did you get that?!" I yelled as I jumped to my feet and pointed at the badge hanging from the woman's belt loop.

The woman didn't respond, she quickly rose to her feet knocking her chair over as she did.

"I asked you a question, where did you get that from?" I asked again but still no response she just bore a hole into me with her eyes and I had enough.

My fists were clenched and my heart was racing if this bitch had done anything to my sister she would earn herself a one way ticket to the bottom of the ocean…in pieces.

"What did you do to her?!" I yelled again as I advanced with some caution still sensing the danger in this woman's eyes.

I was just inches from her, she was not much taller than Deb and certainly was not physically intimidating but her darkness seeped out of her pores like a demonic possession. I stood there almost face to face with this strange woman for what seemed like hours, the anticipation of an attack had us both tingling and finally like an explosion of two imbalanced chemicals we struck. I immediately went for her face with an elbow and she countered my hit with a two handed open palm strike to the sides of my head. I stumbled forward delirious from the pain and my previous injuries and the woman took her left thumb and dug it into the bandages through my freshly sutured crossbow arrow wound. I growled in pain and tried to stop my head from spinning, once I got control of myself I fought weakly to pry the woman's hand from my shoulder but she was clamping down tightly like a pit bulls jaw. I looked down and remembered seeing a blood spot on the woman's pants then remembered Carl mentioning something about a bullet wound. I reached down and grabbed the woman's thigh and searched till I found the bullet wound. I dug my right thumb into the wound in her left leg and she yelped in pain. We both ground our teeth as we snarled like animals while making intense eye contact. Soon the door to the cell flew open and T-Dog, Daryl, Carl and Rick all piled in and split us up. Before they pushed me off of her I managed to grab the badge from her pants and tore it off, I cradled it in my hands as I fell to the floor. I studied it briefly and was filled with immense anger again as I read the full inscription "MIAMI METRO HOMICIDE LT " I jumped up again ready to end this woman's life but Daryl pushed me back down and held a knife to my throat, Carl came up from the side grabbed my wrist and handcuffed it to the cell bars. Rick and T-Dog held the woman at bay and I did the only thing I could at that moment I screamed at her.

"What did you do to my sister you bitch!?"

All three men and Carl looked at me and I continued

"This is her detective badge." I said as I threw it at Rick's feet

Rick picked up the badge examined it for a moment then got face to face with the woman

"You've got a lot to explain, it's time to start talking." Rick said

I had to regain control of the situation, twice I had made the mistake of letting two unknown individuals into our fortress and both were a threat. I couldn't continue to make mistakes like this I had to stop living like it was the past, things were different I couldn't trust anyone and I continued to…I was so stupid. But the deeds were done and now I needed to fix it Dexter was obviously a danger to everyone including myself and judging from his performance with me in the cell earlier he wasn't afraid of killing. But this woman, although a danger herself, had information on two of our missing group members and now I knew she had knowledge of Dexter's sister I had to get to the bottom of all of this. I released my hold on the woman and backed up, she pushed T-Dog's arm off of her and sat back down.

"Please, my group has done nothing wrong were just trying to live one day at a time if their in trouble you need to tell us where they're at." I begged hoping I'd be able to break through this woman's thick defensive, untrusting shell.

"Where the fuck is my sister?!" Dexter screamed again as he tugged on his cuffs cutting a deep gash in his wrist

I turned and glared at him, he grunted but sat down and I continued my interrogation

"Please we need your help; obviously we have a common enemy judging from that bullet wound on your leg we can help each other." I said trying to appeal to her obviously vengeful nature

"I barely escaped, I'll tell you what I know but after that you give me back my weapons and let me leave…deal?" The woman said.

"Absolutely, you're not a prisoner here." I replied, the woman took a look at her surroundings and chuckled loudly and I couldn't help but crack a smile as well.

You're going to just let her take off, she did something to Deb I'm not giving her the option of leaving!" Dexter barked from behind me

I turned back towards him but before I could say anything the woman broke the silence

"Your sister is the reason I'm shot." She said

What do you mean; you must have provoked her my sister wouldn't just shoot someone on a whim." Dexter questioned

"Yeah because so far your family is the picture of mental health" Daryl muttered under his breath, Dexter turned his head and stared daggers and I was glad he was handcuffed at the moment.

"Shut up both of you please continue." I ordered.

"Your friends and I were cornered in town I was looking for supplies in the same Pharmacy they were in. We almost killed each other and while we were distracted some hillbilly caught us off guard from behind, they seemed to know him…they called him Meryl."

My heart skipped a beat and I whipped my head towards Daryl the expression on his face was about what I was expecting.

"Meryl's alive…my brother's alive." Daryl anxiously asked the woman

"I guess, a real smartass redneck, he lead us back to his camp by gun point its five miles from here a tiny town called Woodbury."

"Could you take us back there if you had to?" Daryl asked

"Yeah I could, problem is I don't have to that wasn't part of the deal." The woman replied

"Well there's a new deal bitch." Daryl said as he advanced with his knife at the ready, I held my hand out to stop him.

"He's right we need to make a new deal, you show us where this Woodbury place is and you get all your weapons and you can be on your way." I said

"Forget it, I'm not going back there their leaders a power hungry pirate they call him the governor. He killed a whole platoon of soldiers just to stockpile supplies for his cult." The woman said

"Rick we need to talk." Daryl interrupted

I stood and walked out of the cell with Daryl to have a private conversation out of ear shot of everyone.

"Daryl, I know your brother being alive is a shock and you want to get in there and get him but I cant risk the safety of the group there's no telling how many people are in Woodbury and what kind of firepower they have. I promise you we'll get in there and get to Meryl but I can't have you flying off the handle I need you on this one." I said

"No Rick that's not it, if this governor is killing off groups and stealing their supplies we're next." Daryl said

"No, that's impossible he'll never find us I know Glenn and Maggie won't talk." I said

"That doesn't matter." Daryl replied

"What do you mean?"

"Rick She's here..." Daryl said pointing towards the cell that the woman was locked in "…and Meryl's an excellent tracker." Daryl continued

My heart jumped into my throat, Daryl was right, the governor and his group could be breaking through our perimeter any moment.

In an instant a loud explosion and bright light filled the cell block, shards of concrete erupted all around us from the walls and everyone in the area was knocked off their feet. I looked around through fogged vision to make sure everyone was ok, Daryl was fighting to weakly push himself up and I couldn't see anyone by the holding cell through the thick dust of the explosion. What the hell had happened were we under attack? I got my answer shortly after as I struggled to my feet and propped myself up against the wall. My ears were ringing and vision was still hazy but I could make out a group of seven men wading through the rubble and dust, one man stood strong wearing an eye patch and holding an RPG (rocket propelled grenade launcher).

"Is this him, the leader?" The man with the eye patch asked another

"Yep that's him, Officer Friendly, how you doing there boss?" the other man asked

I shook off my disorientation and held my head, that voice I knew it all to well the dry southern accent of Daryl's brother Meryl Dixon.

"Meryl?" Daryl asked as he shuffled through the scattered remnants of our cell block wall towards his long lost brother.

"Hey there little brother this is a small world huh?" Meryl said

"I thought you were dead, we came looking." Daryl said

"Not hard enough obviously" Meryl said holding up the stump were his hand once was, a hand he had to severe to get out of the cuffs I placed him in up on that rooftop in Atlanta. In a typical crazed Meryl fashion he had customized his stump with a metal end to bludgeon and a knife attachment.

"So your Rick Grimes? Meryl here has told me a lot about you." The man with the eye patch said towards me.

"Yeah and who the hell are you?" I asked

"O I'm sorry where are my manners, my name is Phillip but the good people in my town have graciously given me the name governor."

This was the man Michonne had warned me about, he had slaughtered anyone who stood in his way to gather supplies for his city and now he had found us.

"What do you want with us?" I asked although knowing the answer

A clang and coughs caught the attention of the governor, he dropped his RPG and pulled a small submachine gun that was draped around his shoulder and pointed it towards the noise.

"Well first of all Rick I want you to direct your group to all walk out here with their hands up and no weapons or ill start shooting and who knows who I'll hit." The governor warned

I nodded my head and gave the order, T-Dog, Hershel, Lorie, Beth, Carl and Carol all walked out from the holding cell and stood side by side in the cell block, but where was Dexter maybe the blast had killed him and that was just one less problem for me to deal with.

"O come on now you think I'm stupid, I know you're here bitch!" The governor yelled towards the cell the rest of the group had exited

A few moments later Michonne emerged holding her sword at the ready, through the confusion and the blast she must have gotten loose and found her weapons.

"Drop it or I'll drop you!" The governor demanded training his gun on her chest

Michonne hesitated for a moment but realized she was out numbered and outgunned and placed her sword at her feet.

"Kick it over." The governor said

With a scowl on her face Michonne obeyed and kicked her sword towards the governor and his group

"Governor we've got biters incoming." A member of the governors group warned

I looked past his group and could see that the governor and his men had plowed through are defensive walls with a large military truck with a makeshift plow attacked to it. Through the noise of crumbling cement and the explosion every walker within miles had heard the noise and were funneling through the hole.

"Hold them off Hernandez we won't be long." The governor ordered and with that Hernandez gathered four men and walked out into the prison yard.

My group and I were left with three men, the governor, Meryl and an unknown man who stood staring at me with a smirk that made me uneasy. This man was well built wearing beige cargo pants and a black T-shirt. His general appearance, posture and nature screamed military or law enforcement but a crazed look in his eye brought one word to mind, psychopath. He stood at attention with a hand gun at his side and I could make out two knives hanging from his waistband they were placed in clear Plexiglas sheaths filled with just enough blood to touch the tip of the blades.

"Now Rick I know Michonne here has told you I'm holding two of you group members Glenn and Maggie hostage, but I assure you they are not being held against their will. My city has plenty of qualified medical personnel who have been caring for their injuries, injuries they sustained when they ran into that one…" The General said pointing towards Michonne.

"Glenn and Maggie are fine Rick but were running out of medical supplies and you know as well as I do that it's so hard to find food water and medicine for your group, so I'm asking if I could borrow some of yours. In exchange I'll leave here with no further incident and return your people back to you safe and sound, hell my men will even stay back and help repair your wall. All I ask is s show of charity and kindness from one group leader to another can I have your support on this Rick?" The Governor asked through a fake smile

"How do I know Glenn and Maggie are really ok? After you come charging in here guns blazing what makes you think I could trust you?" I asked

"I admit my entry was not an ideal first impression but you've got to realize Rick we've dealt with some pretty sketchy individuals these past years and a group that would harbor a person like Michonne…" The governor pointed towards here again "…It made me question what kind of group you were leading here Rick, and from what Meryl told me how you handcuffed him and left him there on that roof wow that was cold. But I can see now you're a reasonable person so let's talk about that trade."

I looked at Michonne, she shook her head in warning and then I looked back at the governor.

"Your eye?" I asked motioning towards it

"Courtesy of your friend over there, in fact I'll need to add her to the deal as well she and I need to have a little talk." The governor said glaring at Michonne with his good eye.

None of this felt right, the governor seemed cold and vengeful and to associate himself with such people as Meryl Dixon and this other crazed individual and to come crashing through our walls almost demanding our supplies this was going to get bloody.

"I'm sorry Governor but I can't help you, you see even if Maggie and Glenn are still alive I don't believe you'll just grab what you want and leave us here. You don't look like the type to leave loose ends so I must respectfully deny your request and warn you that the rest of our group will be returning from a hunt soon and then you will be severely outnumbered, it would be best for you to leave now." I bluffed

The governor motioned to Meryl and he ran up to Lorrie, Daryl tried to block his path but Meryl pulled his gun and placed it to the head of his own brother. Meryl grabbed Lorrie and dragged her kicking and screaming to the governor. The Governor bent down picked up Michonne's sword and held it to Lorrie's neck. My mind was racing I had to do something but what, the General had me outnumbered and I had made so many mistakes thus far how would I be able to save my own wife.

"No, I don't think anyone else is coming to help you Rick now I'm not going to ask again show me to you stockpile." The governor demanded again digging the blade deeper into Lorrie's neck, I could see her bottom lip quiver and tears began to swell in her eyes but still she stood there bravely not begging for her life or for me to save her.

Meryl walked back and forth examining the lineup of our group checking out the new recruits like Hershel and Beth and stopped toe to toe with T-Dog and smirked.

"Thought you'd seen the last of me huh boy?" Meryl teased

"Get out of my face you hillbilly." T- Dog growled

Meryl chuckled loudly then slammed the side of the metal casing around his nub into T-Dog's stomach. T- Dog fell to his knees and gasped loudly for air and Meryl grabbed him by the back of the head and placed the knife attachment to his neck.

"Hillbilly, at least I'm not some cowardly nigger who left me to die!" Meryl yelled and violently brought T-Dog to his feet in a chokehold.

"Let's see how you like it when there's no one there to help you, hey Michael catch." Meryl said speaking to the crazed man by the Governors side

Meryl released his hold on T-Dog and pushed him towards Michael, Michael caught T-Dog, and pulled one of his knives drenched in blood from its sheath and plunged it into T-Dog's side. T- Dog drooped to the floor holding his bloody side groaning in pain.

"NO!" Carol screamed and tried to rush Meryl, Meryl backhanded the woman sending her to the floor. Daryl knelt by Carol's side and held her in his arms then turned back to glare at his brother.

Michael knelt down and locked eyes with T-Dog while wiping the bloody knife on T-Dog's shirt.

"Meryl told me a lot about you that's really fucked up how you left him like that, you definitely deserve what's coming. See this knife is dipped in walker blood even a little scrape from it and…well I think you get the picture." Michael said and walked back to stand obediently at the side of the governor.

I grit my teeth and stared at the governor who idly stood by and let his men condemn one of mine to a fate worst then death and looked into Lorrie's terrified eyes, this man was a monster.

"Lorrie don't worry I'm not going to let him hurt you." I reassured her although not knowing for sure of that myself

"You're in control of this Rick, all you have to do is stay out of our way and tell us where your guns, ammo, food and supplies are… this is me asking nicely." The governor said motioning his head to Lorrie in his arms

All the sudden blood curdling screams and gunfire came from outside in the prison yard and then they stopped and everything became eerily quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the moaning of the walkers and the footsteps of someone running towards us. Meryl and Michael spun around guns trained at whoever or whatever was about to walk through the destroyed wall into the prison. Through the ruble came Hernandez a bloody gash on his forehead and a knife wound to his chest that spurt blood through his fingers as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"What the hells going on report!" the governor demanded straining his neck to look over his shoulder at Hernandez as he still held onto Lorrie with the blade to her throat.

"He…came…out of nowhere…" Hernandez said through labored breaths

"What the hell are you…" The governor began to ask but his sentence was cut short as a tomahawk sunk into the back of Hernandez's head and he fell to the floor.

Meryl, Michael and I stared through the hole in the wall and saw Dexter standing there drenched in blood wielding two hunting knives he had stolen from the Governors men. Dexter ran and ducted behind a wall just as Meryl and Michael opened fire, with the Governor momentarily distracted I saw my opening and charged. Time slowed as I came within inches of the Governor but he noticed me advancing. With one swift motion he sliced deep into Lorrie's throat and threw her to the floor then presented the blade to me stopping me dead in my tracks.

"That was very stupid Rick." The Governor said as he swiped at me with the sword, I barely dodged a kill strike as I jumped back and the blade cut a clean slit into my clothes and chest.

Michonne crept behind the governor and jammed her blade into his shoulder, the governor whirled around and screamed in pain and anger at the woman who had taken his eye and he turned all his attention towards her. I ran to Lorrie's side and cradled her head in my arms, thick red blood trickled from her throat and she fought hard as more blood gurgled from her mouth.

"No..no..no Lorrie please, o God please No!" I yelled as I tried to stop the bleeding with firm pressure but I knew this was a fatal wound.

From the corner of my eye I saw Daryl jump towards Meryl and tackle him to the ground and they fought, the Governor and Michonne had their blades locked together and Michael ran out to find Dexter. I should be helping but all I could do was sit there and weep as my wife began to die in my arms, Beth and Carol ran to my side and tried to help with the bleeding but it was a loosing battle. Hershel hobbled over and dropped to the floor, I locked eyes with Lorie once more and watch the life leave them. Hershel checked Lorie for a pulse then shook his head at me; I erupted into tears and hugged her body.

"Rick you need to let her go if I'm going to save the baby." Hershel yelled but I couldn't let go, I had failed her …I couldn't let go.

Finally Beth and Carol tore me off Lorrie and Hershel began to perform and C-Section. I pushed Beth and Carol off of me and pulled my 357 Python from its holster ran and fired wildly at the governor who had brought the fight with Michonne outside. Michonne and the governor took shelter from my wild shots and while I was reloading the governor looked around and noticed the noise was attracting another wave of walkers. The Governor darted for his truck and called to Meryl who had managed to get the upper hand and get on top of Daryl and knock him unconscious. The governor started the engine and reversed out over oncoming walkers and Meryl jumped in the back and manned the 50 caliber turret on top. I had finished reloading the Python and Michonne and I ran towards the Governor's Jeep but Meryl had locked and loaded the 50 caliber and began laying out cover fire as the General backed up further then floored it towards the direction of where Michael headed to capture Dexter. The 50 Caliber jammed and I jumped out from behind the bus I was using as cover and began firing at the Jeep hitting the windows and managing to blow out one of the rear dually tires but the governor drove on and I ran back to Lorrie's body were Hershel had just finished the C- Section.

I dropped to my knees as Hershel handed me my infant daughter and once again I broke down and rested my head on the body of my dead wife.

After the explosion I had my opening to get out of the prison. Rick, Daryl, T-Dog and the others were dazed from the blast and it had caused enough damage to my cell to weaken the bars on the dilapidated prison and I managed to slip the cuffs over the bar they were attached to. I heard the arguments and saw Meryl hit T-Dog, I could see Rick's group was in a bad situation but this wasn't my affair I had nothing to do with it and with the Governor here I had a better chance of getting into Woodbury and getting to Deb. So I made my way out through the cell and through the exit I initially tried to make it through when I first meet Rick and his little group. I armed myself with a piece of rebar and made it through a dozen or so undead before finally making it through the south exit of the prison when I heard the scream of a woman echo through the prison and I stopped dead in my tracks. Rick's group was done for if I didn't do anything, they were good people should I just leave them there to get slaughtered by this tyrant… no I had to help them. I made my way along the outside perimeter of the south fence all the way along to the northeast side were the governor had plowed through the perimeter fence and used the bits of debris as cover as I strategically picked off the Governors men one by one while they were distracted with killing the undead that had flooded through the hole. Eventually they noticed their brothers in arms getting butchered and found me huddled behind a wall I used a knife I had stolen from one of the Generals men to stab another in the foot as he rounded a wall to end me. I sliced that man's throat from ear to ear then stole his rifle and used it to finish the remaining three men. But I still had Meryl, the Governor and the other man to deal with, I rounded the corner to head back to Rick's group inside the prison but my path was blocked by Hernandez wielding the very knife I had buried into his chest.

"Thought I killed you already?" I asked Hernandez as I advanced

Hernandez swung clumsily with the knife from the disorienting loss of blood and I caught his wrist and grabbed a tomahawk he had attached to his belt. I pulled the tomahawk from its holster and swung up cutting a large gash in Hernandez's forehead. Hernandez spun around and dropped to the floor and shuffled backwards on his butt terrified as I advanced with the tomahawk. I swung down but missed as Hernandez kicked me in the face and jumped to his feet, he ran as fast as his failing body could take him towards the governor to warn him. Just as he made it through the destroyed wall I aimed and threw the tomahawk where it sunk into the back of Hernandez skull. I stood there momentarily as Meryl and the other man aimed at me and the last thing I saw before they opened fire was Rick rush the governor and Daryl tackle Meryl. I hide behind a wall as the last man of the other group rounded it and I came up behind him, I wrapped my arm around his throat and applied pressure as I placed the tip of my knife into his side and was about to end his life but what he said next caught me completely off guard.

"Dexter…. Morgan?" The Man asked as he struggle to breath

I looked up and noticed the man could see me perfectly in the reflection of a nearby window, I loosened my grip.

"How do you know me?" I asked

"I'm your biggest fan Mr. Morgan I never thought I would actually have the honor of meeting you, my name is Michael Cline formerly Officer Michael Cline of the Boston Police Department." Michael answered

"Well it's always nice to meet a fan but I really don't have any time to sign autographs now so if you'd excuse me…" I began to apply pressure again and began to inch the knife slowly into Michaels soft tissue, savoring every moment it was hard these days to really take the chance to enjoy a kill.

"No… Ugghh…I guess you wouldn't have heard about me you…ugghh were already in …prison…ugghh they….they called me the Boston….the Boston butcher Mr. Morgan…Mr. Morgan I killed just like you….I Killed for you….Please…don't…" Michael said

I pulled the knife from his side, released the hold around his neck and threw him to the ground, completely baffled.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked

"I'm the first member of a group of your loyal followers Mr. Morgan, you didn't think the two prison guards involved in your execution where the only ones did you?" Michael said

Dexter thought back to the day he was supposed to be executed, before the whole world went to hell, a world that almost made him welcome his scheduled humane death. He remembered the prison guard that held the whole room of spectator's hostage while the other guard released him and killed the prison doctor. The two guards claimed they were killing to continue his legacy but their killing did not match the code so Dexter had to end them. Never once did Dexter realize he had a following, a cult, and if this cult was as bloodthirsty and carless with their selection of their victims Dexter had to stop them, because even in this world there were innocent people who made mistakes who didn't deserve death by the hand of his worshipers.

"If you're true followers then you know I follow a set of rules, a code and your two buddies didn't follow those rules…I cant let you hurt innocent people." I said

"With all do respect Mr. Morgan Fuck your rules and foolish principals no one is innocent in the world we live in today, it's a dog eat dog world." Michael said

Our conversation was interrupted by loud pistol fire then a loud diesel engine revving up and then heavy machine gun fire. In my moment of distraction Michael Cline jumped up and pushed me against the wall, he grabbed my head and slammed it into the concrete then ran towards the truck driven by the governor. The truck peeled out on the cement, spun into a 180 and took off in the other direction racing through the hole in the prison wall mowing down undead as they did. I propped myself up on my knees but was taken down again by an undead woman, her left eye ball dangled from her head and the skin of her cheek hung so low it almost grazed my face as she barred down to sink her teeth into my neck. I fought weakly to push her off of me but I was too fatigued from the days events, suddenly the blade of a sword dug through the front of the woman's skull and the undead woman fell limp on top of me. I looked up and saw Michonne standing over me as she ripped back her sword from the woman's head. I flipped the undead woman off of me and Michonne lent me her hand to help me to my feet and handed me my knife I had dropped to the floor.

"There are tons of walkers in here, can you help?" She asked

I nodded and inhaled deeply to prepare me for another round then Michonne and I raced back towards the prison yard and began to clear out the walkers from the yard with the help of Carl, Carol and Beth all armed with handguns. Once we had thinned out the walker herd Michonne jumped in one of the working trucks and blocked the perimeter wall with it making a barrier the undead had a hard time breaking through. I walked back into the prison and saw Carol holding T-Dog in her arms and Daryl standing above him with his crossbow aimed at his head.

"He got bite?" I asked Daryl as I cautiously crept up beside him

"Naw, crazy fuck with the knives had walker blood on the tip he got T-Dog with it, hes turning." He said

Carol squeezed T-Dog's hand tightly as his body went limp, she stood and wiped her eyes and turned her back as Daryl put a dart in his head. T-Dog was a good man, he didn't deserve to die I didn't know what his past was but from what I had seen he was a strong member of this group and had earned his place. My "Follower" had done this and I wouldn't stop till I made it right. I walked over to Rick, he was sitting in the corner holding his newborn baby in his arms while Carl sat next to him staring blankly at the wall. I looked to Ricks left and saw the body of his wife covered in a sheet then looked into Rick's red swollen eyes.

"I'm sorry" I said not understanding why people say that in these types of situations, like that string of words would somehow make the pain go away. But still I said them hoping it would somehow help

"I remember you now…they called you the Bay Harbor Butcher." Rick said

"Yes" I replied still feeling strange admitting that to the general public

"They said you focused on hunting killers and other evil people right?" he asked

"Yes"

"Well this Governor…he's as evil as they get… I need your help." Rick asked

We had a common enemy now and Rick wasn't wrong the governor did deserve to die after all that he had done, so I nodded and Rick nodded back then buried his head into his baby and wrapped his arm around Carl. I found Michonne walking through the yard finishing off straggling walkers and stopped her for a moment.

"You're sure you remember how to get back to Woodbury?" I asked

"Yes, I'm sure" she said

"Good…because we're going back."

THANKS FOR FOLLOWING SORRY FOR THE DELAY ON UPDATING THIS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK…..CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM ALWAYS WANTED