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Liam trudged through the woods, wandering towards the prison. He had been there once before-he watched the blonde man get shot by the Governor-and could still remembered the screams and the gunshots. He winced as he remembered the scream of one woman: she had short, gray hair, and was standing next to the blonde man.

"Damn," he thought aloud. "I can still remember that like it was yesterday. Those people were friends with Andrea, huh? That explains their attempt at rescuing her from Woodbury. Honestly, they should've planned that attack more; they should've used the tall buildings' rooftops as sniper towers, and kill everyone from the sky. That woman, Michonne or Michelle, should've just kept the daughter alive-that was a pointless move that only exasperated the Governor."

Yes, tactics and strategies were his bread-and-butter, so to say.

Liam looked to the sky, looking past the leaves. The sun was hanging overhead, watching Liam and mocking him with senile, dark humor. This sun was taunting him. Liam tightened the grip on his hatchet as he looked away from the sky, scanning the environment-nothing.

Maybe there is something, and you simply cannot see it, you damned fool!

"Shut up," Liam grumbled to himself.

You should've went with the others, or died when the walkers invaded! You could've joined the prisoners when they tried to rescue Andrea! You made so many mistakes, and now, you're going to die!

"I'm going insane," Liam sighed, kicking the underbrush around him.

You were insane from the beginning, you pitiful bastard!

Liam spun around, groaning. "Be quiet! Shut the hell up!" His words were venomous and cold. He looked around, and saw something move in the nearby wall of bushes and trees. Liam gripped his hatchet like it was his lifeline. Soon enough, a walker stumbled from the brush, groaning. Liam growled as the hungry, reanimated corpse stumbled forward, one arm extended towards Liam.

The walker was once a female, possibly. It had long, dirty, white hair and was wearing a blue blouse. Blood was splattered on the blouse, looking similar to a star. Liam grimaced at the intoxicating, potent smell of rotting flesh. He gagged and chocked down bile as the walker stumbled closer. One of its eyes was gone, replaced with a void. There was a large patch of flesh missing from the neck, exposing the rotten muscle tissue.

Liam gagged again. The walker was five yards away. Liam took a deep breath, and then, advanced towards the walker. He sauntered towards the walker as it groaned and grabbed at him. Liam frowned and stepped to the side. He threw his left foot into its left kneecap, knocking down the walker. The walker fell to the earth, and grunted from the pain, even though it couldn't feel pain.

"You sorry sack of shit," whispered Liam as he stood over the walker, as it was attempting to rise from the dirt. Liam rolled his eyes and dropped the hatchet into the walker's head. The walker was immediately silenced, and went limp. Liam placed his boot onto the walker's shoulder, and then, pushed with his foot as he pulled the hatchet from the walker's cranium.

Liam grunted as blood shot from the wound. He stepped backwards, avoiding the blood spray. Luckily, he hadn't gotten blood on his cloths, which was good; he had an annoyance when blood stained his cloths, and it would bother him when he was fruitless when he cleaned the cloths. He was paranoid when anything was uneven, too. He had terrible OCD.

She reminds us of Ruth, Liam-the woman you failed to protect.

"Ruth killed herself!" Liam hissed. Liam looked at the dead walker. Blood was dying her hair, making her hair look purple-ish. "She was screaming, and a walker bit her-there was nothing I could've done!"

Stop telling yourself that, you worthless asshole. Our father is dead, too, and you did nothing to defend him! You couldn't even find Uncle Abraham! You're no survivor; you're just damn lucky! You have no survival skills once so ever!

"Be quiet!" screamed Liam. He threw his hatchet down and fell onto his knees, holding his head. "I didn't get father killed, and I will find Uncle Abe-I promised Dad that we would find him, and I intend to keep that promise!"

Ha, ha-your confidence is just a façade, you sack of shit. You continuously remind yourself of the lewd language of your Uncle, because that's the only thing you remember of him. Our father never contacted him, except for Christmas. We know that you don't know Abraham, and we both know that you'll die trying to look for him!

"I'm not going to die!"

Then look behind you.

Liam looked over his shoulder, seeing a walker several feet away. Liam screamed and fell to the ground. He rolled to his right, his arms flailing to grab his M4. The walker tripped over a close log, falling to the ground. The walker turned its ugly head and grabbed Liam's ankle. The walker, a distinct male, pulled itself toward Liam. Meanwhile, Liam had pulled his rifle off his back and fumbled around for the safety. In the process, he released the magazine, and it fell onto his chest.

"Dammit!"

Liam found the safety, and flipped the small switch. The walker was inches away from his pant leg, its wide jaw open. Saliva and blood dripped from its teeth. Liam pointed the rifle at the walker, praying that a bullet had found itself in the chamber of the rifle. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. "I don't wanna die!" he screamed when he pulled the trigger.

There was a loud gunshot, and the sound of tearing flesh.

Liam opened his eyes, seeing the dead walker laying at his feet. Liam sighed as he laid back down in the underbrush, panting. He nearly lost his life, but ironically, he felt more relieved that he was going to live another day in this nightmare.

He sat up and pulled his legs away from the walker. He groaned as blood covered his jeans. He stood tall and reached down, grabbing the magazine for the M4. He put in the magazine, and then, slung the rifle over his shoulder. He walked towards the hatchet, and grabbed it. He released an odd, languid sigh as he looked around. "Time to continue towards the prison, I guess."

The prison was a disaster. Liam watched the tragic scene of the wood-line, staring into his scope as he watched a negotiation undergo. He could remember the draconian laws of negotiations-he watched too many crime shows. He held the rifle high as he aimed the sights on the tank. "Damn, Gov', when did you get these nice wheels?"

Liam could barely see the Governor, who stood near an old man and the black woman, Michonne, if that was her name. Liam wanted to be equivocal during this engagement, just in case a firefight ensued. He wouldn't enjoy getting caught in between two forces of heavily armed men and women.

Liam narrowed his eyes as he moved his scope, focusing on another person. This woman, who was now the center of attention, was wearing jeans, a gray shirt, and a flannel. Her black hair was tied into pig tails. She was clumsily holding an assault rifle. Her bottom lip quivered slightly. Liam turned his attention back to the Governor, who was holding a katana to the old man's throat.

"When the hell did he get a katana?!" he whispered aloud. He glanced over his shoulder, hoping no walker would attempt to surprise attack him, again. He considered to climb a nearby tree, but he opted to stay on the ground in case he needed a better escape route.

Liam then moved the sights onto an enigmatic man, who stood behind the two rows of fences. This man had weird hair, which was starting to turn gray. He was wearing jeans and a brown shirt. Liam moved his finger towards the trigger, but the safety was on, so he couldn't fire the rifle; he just wanted to watch. He wouldn't shoot this man, or the Governor, or anyone-he just wants to watch.

The man behind the fence was giving a speech. Liam could faintly hear the man declaring his plans about coexisting, but it clearly wasn't working for the Governor. Liam, while having only few conversations with the Governor, knew how Brian Blank played; he made some sporadic decisions at times, but, he was actually very easy to read, especially since he was weak. Liam could tell who was weak, and who wasn't. Liam shifted his scope onto the black woman and the old man.

"They are survivors," Liam mumbled to himself. "The Governor is weak. That man behind the fence is strong, too, but he is breakable. He probably has been broken, but can be broken even more. Those people near the prison-weak, too. The man near the cowboy is strong, and the cowboy, but the others are weak."

What does that make you?

"That makes me the strongest," chuckled Liam as the man finished his speech. Liam zoomed the scope onto the old man. "He won't survive. The Governor is too self-centered and arrogant to negotiate with that man and his prison family."

The Governor muttered something inaudible.

That old man is screwed!

The Governor winded back his arm, pulling the katana back.

"The old man..."

He's fucked!

The Governor swung the katana.

Ha, ha! This will just add another nightmare to our nightmares, or shall I say, my paradise!

The katana slammed into the old man's neck.

"Holy shit..."

"NOOOO!" screamed the old man as he pulled out his revolver and began to shoot into the crowd of enigmatic survivor. The Governor shouted and fell back, screaming. More gunshots and screaming began to ensue as the firefight began. The black woman began to roll onto her side, dodging bullets coolly. Liam gritted his teeth as a man fell from a gunshot. Liam looked over his shoulder, seeing no walkers.

"Let the bloodshed begin," Liam sighed as he lowered his rifle, looking away from the gore and violence. Liam peaked over the group of bushes he was hiding behind. He heard something snap behind him, so he quickly looked over his shoulder. He saw a woman carrying a limp body. The woman was crying and covered in blood. Liam raised his rifle, aiming it at the woman. She was apathetic, and didn't even realize Liam was crouching ten yards away.

The woman walked onto the battlefield, ignoring the bullets flying past her. Liam watched as she sauntered towards the Governor, who appeared from the cluster of vehicles. The tank was approaching the prison. Liam watched as the Governor approached the woman, and took the limp body into his arms. The Governor pulled his silver pistol from his holster.

He aimed it at the limp body.

The gunshot filled the air.

Liam, totally in shock, just saw an amazing moment.

He saw the Governor at his weakest.