Nothing but bruises and a few cuts were settled on Wilmur's face from his father's fist meeting it. He had woke up an hour ago to find him beating the hell out of Milton. Then he started beating him up. The Governor screamed in his ear as he tortured him. He could barely hear what the Governor said. Everything was echo's. His vision was blurry. The only thing he could see clearly was his father's ice cold eye. His body was aching and he had a massive headache.
But the one thing that hurt the most was he wasn't able to warn the prison. Now they might be dead. The Governor might've already finished the deal. If so, Michonne would be tied up against the chair in the Governor's 'workshop' right now. Everyone might be dead. The war might be over, but the Governor had won.
"I have to say, I'm impressed with you both." The Governor's evil voice said. "Y'all had taken a risk...getting your hands dirty."
The Governor's fist landed right below Wilmur's left eye, creating a fresh, dark bruise. Wilmur yelped in pain and whimpered after. Milton was getting beat up just as much as him. Milton was on the chair beside him. One of his hands were broken while one of Wilmur's hands were either sprained or broken.
With rage, the Governor slapped Wilmur across the face hard. Blood dripped down his cheeks and onto his pants. The new wound would need stitches. The only thing his father's been doing to him for the last hour was hitting him like an abusive parent.
After one more slap, he turned to Milton and started hitting him. "You know, we were gonna use those biters for our little Michonne and-"The Governor's interrupted.
"You were gonna use-use them on whoever showed up." Milton interrupted with a trembled voice.
"Yeah, that's right. But now I've found a new person to use them on. I'm gonna make that kid suffer more than anyone in Rick's group. Even more than I'm gonna make Justin suffer."
Wilmur exchanged a look with Milton. Who was the kid his father will suffer to death? Did it mean the group was still alive after all? Did it mean Michonne was spared?
"What are you-" Wilmur cuts himself off. His voice was trembling too much to speak.
The Governor smirked before looking back at Milton. His smirk was mischievous as well as his cold eye. He was going to make Wilmur suffer, but not with physical pain. Once Carl's dead, Wilmur will suffer more than anyone. Carl's death shall be Wilmur's punishment.
"Why don't you tell him who I'm talking about." The Governor smirked before punching Milton again.
Milton just stared with fear. He had betrayed Wilmur long before. All Milton managed to do was get more and more people killed. Wilmur had finally came back after such a long time he disappeared. Wilmur hadn't loved someone since Penny died. Wilmur finally found love again. Carl helped with that.
"Tell him!" The Governor yelled when Milton didn't answer.
Wilmur gave Milton a serious look. The Governor was going to kill someone Wilmur loved at the prison. He had to know who it was. He had to know if it was Carl or not. Whether it was Carl or not, Wilmur would protect them. However, the person was going to be a kid because the Governor called the person a kid.
And the only kids in the prison was Carl and Judith.
"I-I t-told the-the Governor about C-C-C-" Milton couldn't finish. He was too overwhelmed with betrayal. Wilmur would kill him if he told him about what he did that made him a traitor.
"Carl?!" Wilmur yelled with wide eyes as shock filled them.
Tears slipped down Milton's bloody cheeks. The tears mixed with the blood and slipped into Milton's mouth. The bloody tears tasted salty. He could taste how much of a traitor he was just by tasting his own tears.
"Y-yes! I told him everything! I told him about how you loved him!"
By now, tears were in Wilmur's eyes. It all made sense now. The Governor's workshop wasn't for Michonne anymore. It was for Carl. He would lock Carl up on the chair and bring in walkers. He'd probably take out Carl's eyes. The tools he seen on the table is what he'll use for Carl. He could even rape Carl!
"You son of a bitch!" Wilmur yelled, struggling against the chains with tears slipping down his bloody cheeks. "Do you realize what you've done?! You didn't just get rid of Carl! You got rid of me!"
Milton sobbed in pain and tears. He really was a traitor. He just gave Carl away like bait. He gave away one of the people Wilmur cared for more than anyone in the world. And it wasn't just who he cared for more than anyone. It was who he loved more than anyone in the world.
And now Carl was going to die slowly and painfully because of Milton. Milton didn't want this. He didn't want to be one of the people who give away someone's life to make themselves survive.
The Governor punched Wilmur in the face before grabbing him by the hair and yanking him forward. He leaned in his face and growled through his gritted teeth. He couldn't let Wilmur and Carl be together. He hated Rick's group. There was no way he was going to let his son be with someone he hated. He'd rather him be with Kevin.
"What about Kevin?! You'd rather be with Rick's son than Kevin?!"
Wilmur growled at the mention of his ex-boyfriend's name. Why would his father want him to be with someone who hurt him? Who bullied him and killed his little sister? Did his father really like someone who killed his daughter more than Rick's son?
"I hate Kevin." Wilmur growled. "He bullied me! Have you forgotten he was the one who killed your daughter?!"
The Governor smashed a knife into Wilmur's knee, making him yelp in pain and whimper again. The blood soaked into his pants, leaving a damp spot.
"Michonne was the one who killed her. Not Kevin. You only blamed Kevin so you could have an excuse to hate him."
"I have every reason to hate him! Even if he didn't kill Penny, I'd still have a thousand reasons to hate him! You're the one who blames people! You blamed Michonne so you could have an excuse to hate and kill her!"
Philip gave his son a death glare before punching him hard in the face, breaking his nose. Blood dripped out of his nostrils. A bruise formed on the upper part of his nose with blood trailing down from it like the inside of his nose. The blood landed on his green t-shirt. His father had made him take his black jacket off so he could hurt the skin on his arms as well.
The Governor glared before slashing his knife across both of Wilmur's arms, leaving a new, deep cut. There was nothing but blood...everywhere. Soon, Carl's blood will be all over the floor. Wilmur had failed to protect him, but it was Milton's fault. It was Wilmur's job to protect Carl but Milton shattered that.
All Wilmur can do is hope Daryl will protect him like he promised.
This was Sasha and Tyreese's fault, too. They were the ones who told the Governor him and Andrea jumped the wall.
Andrea.
"Now I'm gonna tell you both a secret. There's a threat, you end it. And you don't feel ashamed about enjoying it. You smell the gunpowder and you see the blood-you know what it means? It means you're alive. You've won. You take the heads so you don't ever forget. You kill or you die."
The Governor had it all wrong. He only killed so he can get rid of his rage and remind him he was alive. With Wilmur, it was different. Carl had let him know he was still alive. He taught him how to love again. Love was what reminded Wilmur he was alive. Killing was what reminded the Governor was alive. If it was people who tried to kill him then he would understand but...he was killing for no reason. The prison was trying to kill the Governor but that was because he tried to kill them first for no reason at all.
There was countless innocent people the Governor had killed. At first, it didn't bother Wilmur at all, but that was because he was Justin. The teenage boy who had no emotions. But he wasn't Justin anymore. He was Wilmur. The boy who cared and loved and protected. The boy who cared, loved, and had tried to protect Carl...
But failed.
That's all that happened to him all the time. He was nothing but a failure to everyone. He failed himself, his mother, his sister, and his friend he cared for more than anyone. Maybe he deserved the torture. Maybe he didn't deserve to go back to the prison.
"What would your daughter think about what you are?" Milton trembled as the Governor leaned closer to his face, growling.
"She'd be afraid of me." He responded. "But if I'd been like this from the start, she'd be alive today."
"No." Wilmur disagreed.
The Governor gave him a glare to try and shut him up, but he wasn't falling for it this time. He wasn't going to die without telling his father how wrong and selfish he was.
"She'd be locked up on a chair with us and getting beat up because she tried to escape with me and Andrea."
And it's true. His little sister would see what their father has became. She'd be afraid of him. Too scared that she'd try to escape with him and Andrea. Wilmur wouldn't leave her behind. Not in the hands of a monster. Penny was a smart girl. She would know the difference between her father and the Governor.
The Governor's fists clench to keep himself from killing Wilmur. He didn't wanna kill him yet. He wanted him to suffer just like Carl. Carl would be the one to suffer the most and he'd force Wilmur to watch. Then Wilmur would suffer after Carl's death and leave him to die.
"Where's Andrea?" Wilmur asked, refusing to believe she's dead.
The Governor flared and cuts Wilmur and Milton out of their chains before slamming them in the same room as Andrea. She was in his workshop locked up on the chair made for Carl.
"Wilmur...Milton." Andrea said, relief filling her eyes.
But they weren't okay. They both had nothing but cuts and bruises and blood all over them. Some of their bones were broken and some were sprained. Wilmur's nose was broken and bleeding as well as his wrist. One of Milton's hands were broken as well as three of his fingers. Wilmur appeared to be stabbed in the knee.
It was horrifying what the Governor did to his own son.
"See? She's alive. I'm gonna need her for somethin'." The Governor's voice echo's in his ears.
"I heard you in the other room." Andrea said. "You don't have to fight anymore. Just stop this."
Milton pushed his body back up while Wilmur stayed kneeled on the floor. His legs were too numb to keep himself standing.
"Your friends at the prison-I'm gonna kill them all." The Governor said. "But I'm gonna keep Rick's son alive and make him suffer."
Somehow, Wilmur managed to find the strength to stand back up and attack the Governor. He pushed his weak and injured arms against his father's body in effort to push him against the wall, but was too weak. His father was too strong. The Governor grabbed him by the arms and slammed him against the wall.
Wilmur collapsed to the ground, crying. "P-please. Don't hurt him."
The Governor ignored him and looked back at Andrea who had a shocked and look of fear in her eyes of abusing his son. She wanted to scream for him to stop hurting his own son, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Where was I?" The Governor questioned himself. "Oh, people are gonna help me. I had to stretch the truth a little bit, but just a little."
"No. You didn't tell Andrea a single thing." Wilmur blurted by an accident.
The Governor smashed his foot against Wilmur's stomach, making Wilmur yelp in pain. Blood dripped out of his mouth and landed on his broken wrist. He placed his sprained hand against his stomach and buried his face in the hard floor.
"Yeah, but you didn't tell me a single thing either, did you? You kept everything a secret from me. To me, it sounds like we're the same."
"Y-you're wrong. I'm not-I'm not like you. I l-lied to protect." Wilmur's voice trembled, earning a new kick right in the gut.
Finally, the Governor turned his attention back to Andrea while Wilmur pictured Carl's beautiful face in his head. He remembered his gorgeous light blue eyes, his shaggy brown hair. He was standing in the middle of a field filled with red roses. The moon was giving the roses it's red color. Without the moon, the roses wouldn't be red.
How could all the roses suddenly turn black and his body to lay lifeless on top of them with crimson blood staining his pale skin and the black roses?
"You, get those tools." The Governor's voice said to Milton, making Wilmur snap out of his thoughts. "I'm not gonna need them anymore. Go on."
Wilmur turned his head away from the floor to watch with teary eyes as Milton made his way over to the tools. If the Governor wasn't gonna need the tools anymore, then what was he going to do to Carl? Was he going to rape him? That's the only solution Wilmur can think of.
"Justin, you get the duct tape." His father ordered.
"Or what?" Wilmur spats.
The Governor pulled a gun from his holster, forcing Wilmur to crawl towards the duct tape. Once he got to it, he threw it at his father in rage, hoping it hurt him. Right now, all Wilmur wanted to do was try to hurt his father in every way he can.
"Come here." The Governor threatened.
Wilmur just stood and shook in fear. Slowly, he gave his head a slow shake. He didn't want to be near his father. He'd rather be near Rick.
"Come here."
Slowly, Wilmur stumbled to his father and stared at him with fear in his eyes teary eyes. The Governor yanked Wilmur's hands together and duct taped them before slamming him to the ground.
"Philip, don't!" Andrea yelled.
The Governor pulled his gun from his holster again, causing Andrea shut up. He placed it back in his holster and duct taped Wilmur's feet before slamming him against the wall again. Wilmur slid to the floor and laid there, his side against it. The Governor turned to Milton. He watched as he took a knife out of the box of tools. He held it to Milton and glared.
"You're gonna kill her. You're gonna show me you learned somethin'." He said to Milton while Milton just stood there, trembling and panting. "Milton, there is no way you are leaving this room without doing it."
Wilmur would offer to sacrifice himself, but either way, he will die. He might have Andrea come back and eat him...or he might just have Milton kill Andrea and deal with Wilmur later. Either way, there was no way he could save Andrea or himself.
Milton took the knife and took a step forward, holding the knife up. Wilmur's eyes widened as he watched Milton hold the knife up to Andrea. Was he actually going to do it?
Suddenly, Milton attacked the Governor, but he dodged stabbed Milton in the stomach. Andrea gasped and Wilmur winced as they both watched their friend die. The Governor slammed Milton against the hard wall and pushed the knife deeper into Milton. Milton's gasps ring in Wilmur's ears as he heard the blood drip on the floor.
"I told you, you were gonna do it. And now you're gonna die. And you're gonna turn. And you're gonna tear the flesh from her bones. Then Andrea is gonna die, and I'm gonna come back for Wilmur." The Governor's cold voice said.
The Governor yanked the knife out of Milton's stomach, making him gasp and slide to the floor. Wilmur has never shook so much in his life. He's never been so scared. Not even when the world ended. Now Andrea and Milton was going to die. Wilmur would be left alone with no one to save him. His father would torture him and taunt him with Carl. And then Wilmur would die.
Wilmur had no idea how he managed to survive. His ex-boyfriend did horrible things to him, his mother died, his sister died, Carl was going to die, and his father was abusive towards him. Justin wasn't even the reason why he survived. Luck somehow found him and helped him survive. Now it wasn't no longer luck that kept him going.
It's Carl.
"In this life now, you kill or you die...or you die and you kill."
Hershel helped Carl pack his bags, his blankets, and picture. They're losing everything. Carl is losing Wilmur. The vote has taken the chance away to get Wilmur back. Carl has never been so furious in his life, and he's never felt so much anger. He'll never see Wilmur ever again. If Merle hadn't told everyone Wilmur was the Governor's son, Wilmur would still be with them.
Thankfully, Merle was dead. Even Daryl was a bit relieved. Merle may have given everyone a chance, but he still separated him and Wilmur just as much Rick did. The Governor and Rick was the real reason why him and Wilmur were separated, but Merle didn't have to tell everyone. If everyone given Wilmur a longer chance, they wouldn't have let Wilmur go. Everyone still seemed to like him. Rick didn't at first, but now he does because he realized he should've gave Wilmur a chance, but that didn't happen and it wasn't going to anymore.
Carl pulled out a sheriff badge from the hat his father had given him and stuffed it in his bag angrily. Every time he looked at his father, all he sees is the man who separated him from a boy he truly loved. Rick had tried to talk to him, but Carl ignored him. Michonne tried to talk to him, too. She said he should try to and get along with his father, so Carl ignored her, too. Everyone else was okay.
He zipped his bag up and placed his hat on his head before walking out of the building. Rick grabbed his arm, but Carl yanked away in rage. They're leaving Wilmur behind. They didn't leave Michonne behind. Why can't they do the same with Wilmur?
Wilmur had promised he'd come back for Carl, but he can't now because they're leaving. When Wilmur leaves Woodbury and gets to the prison, he'll find no one there because everybody left. What if Wilmur feels betrayed that Carl left him behind? What if he doesn't feel loved? Carl loved Wilmur. He doesn't want him thinking he doesn't love him.
He threw his bag in the car and stormed off with furiousness. Everyone is saying he's a kid and he'll get over it, but that's not true. No one understood except Wilmur. He had feelings for Wilmur. It's hard for him to admit but it's true. He always tried to push the feelings away, but it only grew stronger every time he tried.
The warmth Wilmur gave him and the fire he made in his stomach explained it all. It made the warmth of the warm feeling spread throughout his loved veins with passion.
Carl sat on the ground, back against the guard tower. He pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face in them. He's not crying, he's just upset. He can't convince them to stay behind because he can't talk. Right now, he's just a fragile, little weakling. He's never felt so ashamed of himself. Wilmur saved him. He guessed it meant nothing to Rick until yesterday.
Lori was gone. Rick separated him from Wilmur. Judith was a baby. Wilmur was gone...he really had no one to open up to. Daryl promised to take care of Carl, but he still never really talked to him.
"Carl?" Rick said, walking up to see his son in his knees.
Rick's eyes saddened and he bended in front of Carl, lifting up his face to see no tears but eyes filled with tears. Rick sighed and pulled his son into a hug, rubbing his back. Carl tried to pull away, but only managed to burst into tears and wrap his skinny arms around Rick. He may be mad at Rick right now, but he still needed his father. He needed comfort right now and Wilmur wasn't here to give it to him.
Carl buried his face in Rick's neck and cried into it. All the walkers have managed to do was to destroy everyone. They lost Lori because of them. They lost Wilmur because of them.
"If it makes you feel better, we have a new plan."
Carl's ears perked up. Were they going to stay? Were they going to get Wilmur back?
"We're gonna stay and fight, and we're gonna win. We'll get Wilmur back. I promise." Rick said, pulling away from their hug to look Carl in the teary eyes. "But...I need you to stay back with Hershel and Beth. You're the best protector I've ever seen. You and Wilmur."
Carl scoffed. He knew why Rick wanted him to stay back. It was so he can't help protect the prison. Just because he's a kid doesn't mean he can't help protect everybody. He saved Shane from killing Rick. He saved Judith. He shot his mother. Whose to say he can't protect?
Rick placed a kiss on the side of his head before walking back to the group, leaving Carl in his thoughts. The Governor had done too much to leave him alive. Everyone owed Wilmur too much to leave him behind. Carl gave his head a shake and stood up, walking back to the group.
Hershel examined his throat again to make sure it'll be okay while they're in the woods. He examined Judith as well before handing her to Carl. He brown eyes wonder into Carl's blue ones. She was the only innocent one in the group. Rick always looked at her as Lori but Carl always looked at her as a beautiful, strong, independent girl. That's who she'll grow up to be.
Meanwhile, Carl was a monster and a surviving machine. He's done terrible things that don't make him a kid. He wasn't innocent like Judith was although Wilmur always reassured him that he wasn't a monster and was still innocent. He always said even the innocent people do terrible things.
Glenn handed Carl a gun with a silencer and a knife before doing the same to Hershel and Beth. They didn't need anything serious. Most of Woodbury's people would be at the prison and killing everyone. Some soldiers might be outside to find hiders, but Woodbury's people were weak and weren't combat. Carl could easily kill them.
Hershel and Beth help each other reload their guns while Carl placed his in his holster and fed his little sister. Judith was the only one who can make Carl ease his coldness. She showed him life wasn't all about survival. She showed he can still be happy. He cared for her more than anyone in the group. Beth and him were the ones whose closest to Judith.
Judith gently fell asleep into her slumber. That's all she does. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Hershel said that's what newborn babies do. It made Carl think of his future. The world was too dangerous to bring a baby in the world, but it would be good to have children. If they found a place and stayed in it, he would be delighted to have children. After all, they had Judith and she seemed to be fine.
"You ready?" Beth asked, taking Judith. Carl sighed and nodded.
They were almost done. In a few hours, Wilmur could be with them. Once the Governor's gone and Wilmur's with them, he'll be satisfied. There would be nothing more he could ask for.
Hershel, Beth, Judith, and Carl hop in the car and driven off. The prison was distancing more and more until it's disappeared out of Carl's view. The prison's fate will remain unknown until they're told what happened. The dream he had was probably a goodbye to the prison.
The dream!
That dream meant something! What if it warned the prison's goodbye?! Everyone in his dream was dead. What if it meant everyone was going die?! He has to get back to the prison! That's why he had to fight!
Carl pressed his hand against Hershel's shoulder, shoving it gently. Beth exchanged him a look to stop, but the panic in his eyes got Beth's eyes to fill with curiousness. Carl shoved harder. They had to turn around! In the dream, Wilmur was warning what was going to happen to them. He was telling him to warn everyone and get ready.
"Carl, stop." Hershel said.
But he doesn't listen. He shoved harder. Beth looked back at her father with fear. Carl knew something. It was a warning something was going to happen. If they didn't turn around right now, something could seriously happen.
"Daddy, he's trying to tell us something."
Hershel stopped the car in the middle of the woods and stepped out, motioning Beth and Carl to do the same. They both step out. Carl was still panicking. The dream could be coming to life. Rick and the group could be dead in just a few minutes. Hershel turned to look at Carl with the same curiousness in his eyes like Beth's.
"Carl, are you okay?" He asked, gently placing his hands on his shoulders.
"T-the dre-dream." Carl tried to speak but Hershel placed a finger to Carl's lips and shushed him.
"The dream?" Beth questioned. "What dream?"
Panic was sent through his veins when bullets were heard in the distance. It also sounded like there was a canon. Something had collapsed and gently shook the ground from where they were standing.
"Is it that?" Beth asked, her eyes still filled with curiousness.
Carl twisted his hand to make the sign language 'kind of.' It was something like that, but if was more horrifying than ever. If Carl could talk, they'd already be on their way back to the prison.
"Then what is it?"
All Carl can do is give them a look of panic. Hopefully, they would get the message and turn back around. He didn't have that dream for no reason. It wasn't even a dream. It was a warning.
Suddenly, everything fell silent. No gunshots or words could be heard. It probably meant everyone was dead.
"We have to go back!" Carl managed to say without his voice cracking.
Hershel gave him a stern look to get him to stop talking, but Carl doesn't listen. This was more serious than a throat injury.
"I-I had a drea-dream! It-it-it war-warned m-me! E-every-everyone w-was d-dead!"
Wilmur moaned in pain from the aching in his body his father created. He's been staring at Milton forever. There was no way Milton was going to make it. The knife had cut his stomach open. Some blood was dripping from his mouth. Tears were staining his cheeks just like the blood was.
"Milton?" Andrea said when she realized he wasn't moving.
"When the tools dropped, I-I left some pliers on the floor behind you." Milton said, letting Andrea and Wilmur know he's alive. "If you can drag-if you can drag you right foot back, you-you can get them."
Wilmur and Andrea looked behind the chair to see the pliers he was talking about. If Andrea could cut her and Wilmur free, they could get Milton to the prison and Hershel could help him. Only that was wishful thinking. Milton couldn't be saved.
Andrea pushed her right foot back and tried to push the pliers toward her. She was desperate to get out of there. She couldn't stand staying the place where the Governor lived anymore. She just wanted to get to the prison. Only the problem was everyone might already be dead. They failed to warn them and now the Governor was on his way there.
It's now unknown if the prison had fallen or not.
However, it's known Carl will still be alive. The Governor will capture him and bring him to Woodbury to torture him in an unknown way. If he does if without the tools, he very well might sexually torture him. Even though it's most likely there's nothing he can do, he'll try to make an effort to save Carl. He can't die knowing he didn't try to save Carl.
"I'm gonna get us outta here." Andrea said with determination in her voice as she looked at Milton. "And you're gonna be okay."
"Now when-when you get free, you are going to find something very sharp...and you are going to stab me in the head." Milton's voice trembled as he spoke. "That is what you are going to do."
Andrea and Wilmur look at Milton with sadness and grief. He didn't deserve this at all. He was just an innocent man running tests on walkers who thought they still had a spark of who they were. Now he was sitting her on the floor with his stomach stabbed. Andrea and Milton never expected something like this to happen.
"Keep trying." Milton's voice trembled.
Andrea looked back and kept reaching her best for the pliers. While doing so, Wilmur leaned back and closed his sleepy eyes. He hadn't slept much in the pass two days. All he thought about was Carl. He always wondered if he was okay and if Daryl was taking care of him. And now he can't wonder if he's okay because he isn't. The Governor was going to kidnap him and make him suffer.
He's almost asleep when Andrea suddenly reached the pliers.
"What are you saying?" Hershel asked.
"He means he had a dream about what's going to happen to us." Beth responded.
Hershel looked back at Carl with a look of seriousness in his blue eyes. He had to know if Carl was serious instead of telling them about a nightmare he had. The dream he had could all be a nightmare instead of a warning, but Carl was convinced the dream was a warning
The old man hopped forward and placed both his hands on both of Carl's shoulder, looking him in the eyes with seriousness. Carl looked back with panic and a seriousness.
"Carl, you promise to yourself this is true?" Hershel said with seriousness and strictness in his tone. Carl nodded and looked Hershel in the eyes again. They had to get back to the prison and fast.
"What happened in the dream, Carl?" Beth asked, holding baby Judith in her arms.
Carl pointed his head forward to the way where the prison settled.
Beth looked ahead and then back to Carl. "Everyone in our group died?" Beth questioned and Carl nodded.
Beth and Hershel froze, examining what Carl was telling them. He had told them he had a dream about everyone in the prison died. The Governor killed them all and they lost the war. They lost the prison. The Governor took over everyone. Nothing but blood...everywhere. What was going to happen to them was they were going lose their lives in the hands of the Governor's and lose the war along with the prison. Carl's dream was a warning them that everyone was going to die if they didn't kill the Governor.
Judith suddenly started crying, sensing their nervousness and fear. She knew something was going to go wrong. Somehow, she sensed the future through everyone's nervousness.
Carl stumbled forward and pointed up ahead, motioning them to go back to the prison. They couldn't let the prison fall, and they certainly couldn't let everyone in their group fall.
Beth gently placed her soft palms on Carl's shoulders and pulled him back when gunshots could be heard again. Everyone widened their eyes in fear. As much as they wanted to, they couldn't go back and save everyone from the death and misery.
"I got it. I got." Andrea claimed with excitement in her tone as she reached the pliers.
Wilmur's eyes flutter open to see Andrea smiling in excitement, only to see Milton laying still against the wall. He wasn't moving at all. More blood had seeped through his shirt and have splattered on his hands. They both could see Milton was dying slowly even though he already looked dead.
Andrea noticed Wilmur's worried look and looked at Milton. The excitement in her aqua eyes slipped away once she realized Milton wasn't moving.
"Milton?"
He doesn't answer. He just laid there with his bloody hand draped over his cut open stomach. Andrea looked back at the pliers and pulled them closer. Milton could turn any second now. Andrea couldn't die. At least not until she got Wilmur to safety.
Milton suddenly flashed his eyes open and gasped for air. "Why did you stay...after you found out your friends were out there?" Milton asked, causing Wilmur to sigh with relief. It's not a relief to Milton though. The pain in his stomach was making him suffocate. He could hardly breathe. It hurt too much to talk and breathe. He could let go any second.
"I wanted to save everyone." She responded. "Even the Governor for awhile."
Silence fell between the three. All that was heard was Milton's quiet sobs and moans of pain. Milton's hand was placed gently over his stomach. To him, death sounded like a relief at the moment. He was stabbed in the stomach. His stomach was even cut open. It hurt like hell. If he died right now, he'd feel relief. His wounds would be completely relieved. If he were to keep pushing, all he would feel is the aching pain.
"I had a chance to kill him." Andrea finally admitted.
"I stopped you." Milton responded.
"You know, this was before. He was asleep. I had a knife."
"And you didn't kill him?" Wilmur questioned with slight anger in his voice.
If Andrea just killed the Governor, none of this would have happened. They wouldn't be sitting here locked up, they wouldn't be tortured, Milton wouldn't be dying on the floor, there wouldn't be an attack happening, no one in the prison would die, and the Governor wouldn't capture Carl.
"I regret it. This was all my fault. I tried to stop it all another way...because I didn't want anyone to die. If I just killed him that night, none of this would've happened. I'm sorry."
Wilmur shook his head. "No, no, no. You tried to stop it another way. You just didn't want anyone to die and that's okay. All you wanted to do was lead people out of violence. It just didn't go right. That was all." Wilmur reassured.
Andrea smiled. For the first time, Wilmur had comforted her. "You're a really good person, Wilmur. I don't see you as a kid. I see you as a strong, independent man, and caring man. Don't ever let anyone tell you differently. Being the Governor's son doesn't make you a bad person. You're not the Governor. You're you."
Wilmur smiled. Andrea was just like a mother to him.
"You need to hurry." Milton reminded.
Andrea quickly turned her attention back towards the pliers. She slid her boots off and reached down for the pliers with her toes to try and pull them up.
Meanwhile, Wilmur leaned back and fell asleep somehow. He was exhausted. He couldn't keep his eyes opened any longer.
As soon as his eyes are closed, he's in another world. The roses were black since the moon wasn't shining upon him. The world was silent. The only thing heard was the wind whistling through the roses.
Suddenly, the moon shined over the black roses, it's colors turning to red. Wilmur looked up ahead to see a woman with blonde hair stand in the distance. Slowly, Wilmur walked towards the woman. As got closer and closer, the woman was starting to look more and more familiar.
Finally, he stood just a few feet away from her. The back of her hair looked really familiar. The cloths were, too. Everything on the woman looked familiar.
And then finally, it clicked.
"Mom?"
The woman turned around, smiling the same exact smile as his mother's.
Mom.
"My baby boy."
Tears fill Wilmur's eyes as he walked towards her, arms wrapping around her but he can't hug her. He just fell straight through her. She was like a ghost. He couldn't touch her.
"My baby boy." She said as she placed her warm hand on Wilmur's cheek, stroking it.
Her hand warmed up his cheek. Wilmur sighed as tears slipped down his cheeks. He gently placed his hand on his mother's. It's been such a long time since his mother touched him. He can still remember being held in her arms when he was a little boy.
And now she was here, talking to him.
"Mom, I really miss you. I miss you so much." Wilmur said, tears slipping down his cheeks.
"Honey, I miss you, too." She said, gently brushing away his tears.
Wilmur sobbed. He would give anything for his mother to hold him again. To shield him away from the terrible world and from his disgusting father.
"But you've done so good. I'm so proud you got rid of Justin. Don't ever let Justin come back again. I thought I lost my son. Penny thought she lost her brother."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. But please, Mom. Help me. Get me out of this, please! I'm sorry, but I don't like Dad! Please get me away from him!" Wilmur sobbed, but his mother wiped the tears away again.
"I'm sorry, baby. But I can't help you. Someone else can, though. He's already helped you anyway and he'll do it again."
Wilmur looked her in the eyes with his teary ones. "W-who? What do you mean?"
By now, his mother's hands were placed on both of his cheeks, stroking away all the tears. "You know who I mean. I know you love him. I can tell."
Carl.
"I don't want anything to happen to him. I care for him so much. I was suppose to protect him and I failed! I don't deserve him!"
"Honey, that's not true. He loves you and you love him. Go back to him. If you really love him, you wouldn't leave him behind. Be happy again. Be together. I love you so much."
Wilmur woke up crying. Tears were slowly dripping down his cheeks. He wasn't dreaming. It was real. His mother was really there and she was right. He really did love Carl. After such a long time, he finally found love. Even if he died trying to save Carl, he'll die with love.
He won't let the Governor hurt Carl. He'll have to get through him.
Distant gunfire could be heard. Beth and Hershel stare in fear. Their family could be dying right now. If they only knew about Carl's dream sooner. Now there was nothing they could do but hope for the best. If their family dies, all they can do is survive. They'd be outnumbered to beat Woodbury.
"What do we do?" Beth asked, cradling Judith close to her for comfort. She was the only thing reassuring them they'll be alright. Every time Beth got upset or scared, she'd look at Judith to make her feel better.
"There's nothing we can do." Hershel responded, wrapping an arm around his daughter. "But I'm sure they'll be alright. They're strong fighters."
"Yeah, but...what if they're not?" Beth asked, trembling in her father's arms.
Carl just stared blankly ahead. His family was in trouble, but there was nothing they can do about it now. He should've told everyone about the dream earlier. They might have a better chance at surviving if he did. Hershel was right. They were strong people, but so was the Governor. There was a chance Rick could lose, but there was also a chance he could win.
Carl turned around to look back at the shaking father and daughter. He had promised to keep them safe and that's what he's going to do. No matter what happened, even if they're the only ones in the group left, he'll keep them safe. He'll go get Wilmur back himself and keep him safe as well. He'll keep the last of his family safe and sound.
Suddenly, a boy ran up to them with a shotgun in his hand. Hershel and Carl yank their guns out and click the safety off, pointing it at the young boy. He was no younger than sixteen, but no older than nineteen.
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Don't shoot." The teenage boy said, arms slightly held up.
"Drop the weapon, son." Hershel warned.
"Sure. Here, take it." The young boy offered, only it wasn't an offer. It was the road to death.
Carl stared at the boy with fear, his gun still aimed at the young boy. Carl had promised to protect his family. This boy was part of Woodbury. Part of the Governor's group. He tried to hurt his family. He could've even already killed his family! What if he's really trying to kill the last part of his family?!
The dream had warned him the Governor's group was going to attack them! Maybe this is what this boy meant! Wilmur had warned him in dream about what the Governor's group was capable of. This boy was a warning from the dream, and he had to kill him.
His finger pulled the trigger, causing the boy to collapse to the ground...dead.
Hershel and Beth stare at him with shock and fear. Even Judith was staring at him with shock. What was wrong with them? He was trying to protect them. Could they not see that?
Hershel gave his head a shake before throwing the stuff back in the car, not saying anything. Carl sighed and got in alone with Hershel and Beth. They were going to figure out if their family was okay. If they weren't, then the dream he had was definitely a warning.
The three walk in the prison with Judith in Beth's arms. Rick greeted his daughter with a kiss and Carl with a hug. Relief filled Carl's veins. His family was okay. However, he felt like something else was going in Woodbury. Maybe Wilmur was in trouble.
Wilmur.
Wilmur had died in his dream. Maybe he was signaling him to come help him!
"Hey." Rick said, rubbing his son's back.
"I'm c-coming to-to-" Rick cuts him off by placing a finger to his lips and shushing him.
"Woodbury." Carl finished.
Rick sighed, placing a hand over his forehead. Carl has grew so hard to take care of. Especially since Wilmur left. Carl just grew more and more angry everyday because of Wilmur. If he hadn't separated them, Carl wouldn't have grown so cold.
Wilmur had saved his son's life. Rick felt ashamed of not accepting it. He was going back to Woodbury to get him back. It would be a surprise for Carl.
"Carl-"
Carl interrupted by giving his head a shake. Wilmur had saved him. Now it was his turn to save Wilmur.
Wilmur kept staring at Milton whose not moving. Tears were still staining his face from talking to his mother. He was too overwhelmed with talking to her. Andrea looked over at Milton to check on him, but he wasn't moving. He was as still as day.
"You're still here. You're still alive." She whispered.
Wilmur let's a tear slip down his cheek as he looked at his friend's dead body. At least he didn't have to suffer anymore. All the suffering and pain Milton went through was now over. He doesn't have to suffer.
"Andrea, hu-hurry." Wilmur warned.
Andrea nodded and turned her attention back to the pliers. She lifted them up with her toes. With one foot, she lifted the pliers up to unhook herself, but she dropped them.
"Maybe I-maybe I can get to them." Wilmur said, trying to make his way to her, but only falling down.
"N-no. You can't. Just hold on." She whispered. They both didn't no why they were whispering. It was just completely silent. Milton wasn't moaning in pain or whimpering anymore.
She lifted the pliers up again, managing to get the correct hold of them and hold them. She pushed the pliers to one of her hands, desperately trying to unhook it.
Little did they know, Milton had came back as a walker.
Carl sat on the bench, his head bowed down in disappointment. No one was ever going to let him do something for someone he loved. All he wanted was to give something back to Wilmur. He saved his life, and now he has to save Wilmur's, but Rick wasn't going to let that happen.
His father bended down in front of him, but Carl refused to look him in the eye. Rick was a great father before the apocalypse. But ever since they left Hershel's farm, Rick had became a terrible father. He's never there for his son anymore. All he managed to do was hurt him. Carl had finally found someone to love but Rick separated them. Carl will never forget that.
"Hershel told me about the boy you shot." Rick mentioned. "Was he handing the gun over?"
"H-he-" Rick cuts him off again, not wanting him to talk.
"Was he handing it over?" Rick asked again, but more seriously.
Carl doesn't answer. He just bowed his head down. He was handing it over, but he couldn't take the chance. Carl promised to protect his family. Turn it the other way around. Carl doesn't shoot the boy, and the boy shot and killed him. Then he did the same to Hershel, then Beth, and then Judith. Carl wasn't going to let that happen. He already lost Wilmur.
With rage, Carl stood up and threw what was once his father's badge down on the ground and stormed off. If Rick didn't respect him, why should he respect Rick?
"Come on, Andrea. Hurry it up."
But it was too late.
They both turned their heads to look at Milton when a snarl came from him. Wilmur's eyes widened as he turned his head to look back at Andrea.
"Andrea, hurry up!"
She quickly turned her attention back to the pliers, desperately trying to jam them into the chains. Slowly, Milton stood up. Andrea managed to yank one of the chains from her free.
"Come on! Hurry up!"
"I'm trying!"
Milton made his way faster to Andrea, his snarls growing louder and louder the closer he got. Andrea jammed the pliers into the second chain, yelling and screaming.
"Andrea, hurry up!"
She yelped and yelled as she desperately tried to cut herself free from the second chain.
"Andrea! Andrea!"
The second chain yanked off, but it was too late. By the time it yanked off, the walker Milton was already on top of Andrea, yanking the flesh from her neck. Andrea shouted in pain while Wilmur shouted in fear. She managed to kick Milton off her and stab him in the head. Milton fell to the floor along with Andrea.
Somehow, Wilmur managed to make his way to the pliers and yank himself free from the duct tape and now his arms were wrapped around Andrea. Tears were dripping down his cheeks.
All the world managed to do everyone was cause them death and pain. And now Andrea was dying on the floor. Wilmur soon would remain all alone in the room. At first, Wilmur didn't like Andrea. She always got on his nerves. They did nothing but argue, but that was when he was Justin. When Wilmur came back, they got along like mother and son.
Andrea shook in his arms as the fever shot through her veins. It felt like a poison surge. After five minutes of being bit, she was already burning up.
"Andrea?"
"Y-yes?" Her voice trembled from the poison and fever.
"I-I just wanted to say I'm-I'm sorry." Wilmur apologized. He sorry for everything he's done to Andrea. They were the exact same. They both lost their dear siblings and they both suffered from it.
"For what?" She said, leaning her body up slightly, but Wilmur pushed her back down.
"Everything. For the way I treated you at first. Just...everything."
Andrea gently placed her hand on Wilmur's cheek and brushes a tear away. "It's okay." She whispered.
Suddenly, the door busted open with Michonne being the first one to step in followed by Rick and Daryl. Wilmur's eyes widened as he watched his family walk in the room. They're okay. They weren't injured.
"I tried to stop them." Andrea said.
"You're burning up." Michonne said, placing a hand over Andrea's forehead.
Tears dripped down Wilmur's cheeks as he pushed part of Andrea's jacket out of the way to show the bite on her neck. Rick turned away, placing a hand over his head. They've lost so many people all because of the war.
"Carl? Is he okay? What about the rest of them?" Wilmur asked Rick, panting.
"Us." Rick corrected. "The rest of us."
"Are they alive?" Andrea finished Wilmur's question.
"Yeah, they're alive." Rick replied.
Wilmur sighed with relief. Carl was okay. The Governor didn't capture him. Everything was okay. Wilmur can go back to Carl and enjoy his life with him. They don't have to worry about the war anymore. They've defeated the Governor.
Andrea smiled and looked at Michonne and Wilmur, taking both their hands. "It's good you both found them."
The two nod, tears slipping down their cheeks. Wilmur and Michonne were the closet ones to Andrea. Michonne was like Andrea's sister. She'd tell her anything. Wilmur was like her son. She'd do anything for him.
"No one can make it alone now." Andrea continued as her voice trembled from the poison.
"I never could." Daryl agreed.
And it was true. No one can make it alone. Justin had tried, but he couldn't. Wilmur couldn't either.
"I just didn't want anyone to die." Andrea said.
She fought so hard to protect Woodbury and the prison, but failed. She had to pick a side. The prison or Woodbury. Woodbury saved her, but the prison saved her and they were also her old friends. They were good people. They were her friends.
"I can do it myself." Andrea offered.
"No." Michonne said sternly. She couldn't let her best friend do this to herself.
"I have to." Andrea replied. "While I still can."
Wilmur let out a sob. Andrea was going to kill herself just like she always wanted to. If it was Wilmur, he'd rather have someone loved put him down. It would be to represent how much they love each other.
"Please? I know how the safety works."
Rick nodded, letting a tear slip from his eye as he handed Andrea a gun. Andrea smiled as she stared at the gun. These were the final moments of her life. Then she would be free from all the pain and suffering. Death is what she always wanted.
"Well, I'm not going anywhere." Michonne said.
"Me neither." Wilmur sobbed.
Andrea looked at Wilmur, gently holding his hand since it'll be the last time she ever sees him. Wilmur was one of the kids she was closest to. He was like her son. She took care of him like Carl did.
"You're my like my mom Andrea. I lost my mom. It's time for to say goodbye to another one."
Tears filled Andrea's aqua eyes. It'll be the last time Wilmur sees those eyes. He'll never hear her voice, never see her face, and never look up to her as a mother again.
It was all the Governor's fault.
"I tried." Andrea said.
Those words made Wilmur cry harder. They both tried so hard to stay alive. They tried to warn the prison and they tried to save it, but they failed. After all the fighting, it was worth nothing.
But at lease she tried.
"Yeah." Rick said, getting up with the rest of the group to walk out and leave Andrea to kill herself in the arms of Wilmur and Michonne. "You did...you did."
Slowly, Andrea put the gun to her head. She gave one last look of love to Michonne and Wilmur. The two people she cared for more than anyone in the world.
Then she pulled the trigger.
Wilmur sat in the back of the car as he stared out the window while resting so the wounds, cuts, and bruises his father placed against his slender body could heal. Michonne was placing washrags over his face and arms in effort to stop the bleeding pain. However, it wasn't just the physical pain that needed to stop bleeding but emotional as well.
He had lost another mother and a friend who was completely innocent to the cruel and brutal world. The Governor killed someone he loved, but he didn't have to worry about it anymore. The violent war was over and he was going back to the prison along with the other Woodbury people Rick offered to bring to the prison with him due to the Governor not being there for them anymore.
Wilmur was going home. Going back to Carl.
They'll be together again after what felt like a long time, but was only a few days. They could finally live happily together instead of sitting in fear from the Governor.
Maggie and Glenn open the gate for their vehicles, letting each of them in. The white bus carried the people from Woodbury who weren't fighting in the violent and tense war such as Sasha and Tyreese. He knew Carl wouldn't be delighted to have newcomers who once stood on the Governor's side, but he'll be thrilled to have Wilmur back.
Michonne darted her brown eyes to the injured Wilmur, concern filling her tearful eyes from when she cried over Andrea's death. "Go inside and rest. Hershel will be there in a few."
"Let me help everyone settle first." Wilmur declined the offer.
The three step out of the car. Michonne and Rick help Maggie and Glenn while Wilmur helped the people from Woodbury get off the bus along with Sasha and Tyreese. The newcomers smiled as they stepped off the bus while staring upon their new, safer home. They wouldn't have to live in fear anymore. The was over.
Carl, Beth, Judith, and Hershel step out of the building, observing what was happening. Carl scoffed when he saw the people stepping off the bus, but smiled when he saw Wilmur helping them. Wilmur turned his head and smiled as well when he saw Carl's face. The two teenagers grinned and run up to each other, hugging each other tightly.
They both didn't know how long they would be separated, but it didn't matter anymore because they were together now, just like Wilmur promised they would be. For once in his life, Wilmur was finally able to keep a promise.
Carl opened his mouth to speak, but Wilmur quickly placed a finger over Carl's soft lips.
"I love you."
They suddenly smashed their lips together. They closed their eyes and savored the sweet kiss. The warmth spreaded through out their veins fast and slammed into the heart with passion and tenderness as desire filled it. The sweet kiss deepened and grew with more passion and desire as their tongues battled tenderly. Desire hovered over their blood while the passion sped through their veins and the tenderness hit their loving and passionate hearts.
Wilmur was pretty experienced, but Carl would learn over time. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the boys were kissing in the red roses. All the black roses were gone.
The black roses represented the bad and the red represented the good. But the roses wouldn't be red without the moonlight, and Carl and Wilmur were the moonlight. Red and black roses were just part of the shattered moonlight.