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Sixty-Three

Lucas and I spent the next few days wondering around the countryside, finding and stocking supplies. We swept through Woodbury-or what was left of it on the second day, that building where anyone sick went was stocked with medicine and supplies for Jason, something which I knew he would truly appreciate.

We even found a couple bottles of wine-too bad there was only the two of us and we already had enough as it was.

On the second night before we were due to head back to the prison, Lucas and I decided to stay in Woodbury for the night. It was too dangerous to sleep anywhere else and there were a number of escape routes we could use to get out of here.

Neither of us slept that night, it was more like we drifted in and out of that moment between waking and sleeping. Honestly, it was a little weary listening to just the two of us and the occasional sound of a moaning walker.

During the middle of the night, I got up to let Lucas get some shut eye. Whilst he was sleeping, I decided to go out and get some fresh air, leaving Spirit with Lucas-problem was that when I got to the roof-I wasn't alone.

I could only just make out the silhouette of a six foot one shape sitting on the old air conditioning unit on the roof. Whoever it was, sat there smoking a cigarette. I gripped my hand gun. "Whoever you are, state your intention and I can figure out if I wanna shoot you or not."

"That's a bloody rude way to greet your big brother there, Velox," he smirked.

I sighed. "Jesus Christ, John. What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were dead."

John laughed. "Not dead, just alone. Decided to split when Philip went crazy and killed everyone after the prison."

I took my gun out of the holster and went to sit down beside my brother. "What are you doing here?"

"Decided to come back," John replied. I could just make out the scruff from the beard he was rocking. Honestly, the man sitting here didn't sound like the brother I grew up with. He sounded tired, defeated…he sounded alone. "Want some?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I hate to be a prude but can you put that out-it's not good for me."

John laughed. "What are you, pregnant?" he teased. "Go on, have a smoke."

I shot him a glare that he could just make out in the moonlight. "Yes-for your information. I am. And Rick Grimes-the man you wanted to kill is the father and my husband."

John burst out laughing. "Good on you, Velox. Only you could find gold in a pile of shit."

I raised an eyebrow. "Thanks, fuck face."

"How's my brother?" he asked me. "What's Mattie been up to? Playing the supportive uncle?"

"He's got himself his own little family," I replied. "Only problem is that something's making its way through the prison, some kind of mutated strain of the flu. Then someone went and killed two people in the prison, stabbed them and set them on fire."

"What are you doing here?" John asked, changing the subject. "Getting some fresh air? Keeping you and little PJ safe?"

"HG," I answered. "Hayden Grimes if it's a boy, Helena Grimes if it's a girl. HG."

John was silent as he put his cigarette out. "Do you ever wonder what would have been if the dead didn't start to rise?"

"All the damn time," I laughed. "I could be walking around a stinking hot desert with a forty pound backpack on my back cursing the soldiers in my unit."

"MI6," he answered. "Those British chicks…" he chuckled.

"I think this is the most civil conversation you and I have ever had," I laughed. "You had anything to eat?" I asked him.

"Not in a couple days," he shrugged. "You get used to long periods of not eating. Like when you're in the battlefield."

I handed him a packet of jerky. "Prison Brand Jerky," I grinned. "Mattie rigged a thing up-that's rabbit jerky right there."

"Thanks, PJ," John smiled.

"You're different," I pointed out. "Insanity does not suit you."

"I had a lot of time to think," he answered, chewing on his jerky. "And watching Philip mow down a group of people certainly made me think…I went off with Martinez but I left him after a couple of days. I needed the time to think…think about the family-mum, dad, Ebony and why I lied to her about Jade."

I shot him a glare. "If you're coming back with us, John, you should know, Ebony's with Daryl, and she's pregnant. Could pop any day now. You can't mess that up. They're so in love it's gross."

John shook his head. "Wouldn't dream of it, baby sis," he answered. "How good do the stars look tonight?"

"Great," I grinned, placing my hand on my stomach. It was a kind of night where I should have been with Rick, looking up at the stairs, having some fun in one of the guard towers-not on the roof with my brother discussing his change from villain to somewhat normal human.

It made me realise how much I couldn't wait to get back to the prison tomorrow.

I couldn't wait to see Rick.

I should have noticed that something was wrong right off the bat but I didn't.

Spirit was the first one to notice it.

There were too many walkers in the area, his ears were down and he was growling as low as he possibly could but still the four of us went on. Lucas wasn't happy with bringing John back to the prison but agreed when John suggested that he give up his weapons.

I was about to stop and check Spirit for any ticks or reasons why he was acting like this when we heard a large explosion coming from the direction of the prison. I kept running a series of scenarios through my mind, wondering what the hell had happened until we burst out of the bushes.

John grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back inside the bushes, forcing me to the ground. "I knew that son of a bitch was still alive," he hissed.

"He's going to destroy it," I whispered, staring at the people and the walkers. In the middle of it I could see the Governor, I could see the unfamiliar people that made up his group and the faces that made up ours.

And the walkers.

"Beth," Lucas whispered. "I gotta find Beth, PJ. I gotta find Beth."

I looked at him, I could see the pain written all over his face, it was the same pain written on mine. The Governor was here and he was going to destroy everything we'd worked so hard to build. "Go," I whispered.

Lucas ducked to the side and scrambled away until he was eventually out of sight-not before tossing the bag of weapons back to John.

John quickly assembled his gear together and drew the sharp machete he'd spent most of the night sharpening. "What's the plan?"

"Head on attack," I growled.

John put his hand on my arm, stopping me from jumping from the bushes. "Think, Phil. Just think, these are people, not just walkers. We take them both out, if you can't handle this-sorry-if you don't want to endanger yourself or your baby, you start making your way north-there's a place near there called Terminus. It's safe."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you there?" I asked him.

John shook his head. "I don't deserve it, Phil. Being alone is my penance. Now, you find those train tracks and you head north-you hear me?"

I nodded. "I'll cover you, brother."

John and I stood up, he rushed off first and I followed from behind.

++++++ Yes, I did file PJ's brother away for a later date, he will be useful later on. I have decided where PJ will go and who she will end up with. And no, I will not kill Lucas, you will see him again because he will obviously be with Beth-poor boy's head over heals for her. I'm going to have fun making things up for the next ninety days until the Walking Dead comes back on-I'll get to have my own liberation's when it comes to Terminus and how our group escapes. Looking forward to it. Stay tuned ++++++