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Today Was Supposed To Be A Good Day

"Maybe I overestimated how much fresh air I would be getting out here." I said as I threw another body in the burning pile. The smoke rose up into the air, wrapping around me and settling in my clothes.

"Maybe. But the drive was still nice." Hershel smiled at me. Michonne threw the last body from the car and I stood for a moment, watching the fire. The orange flames ran through clothes and skin, turning it to ash.

I heard a slam from where Michonne was, seeing her lying on the ground. Hovering over her figure with a gun in his hand was someone I thought I would never see again. The Governor, and his gun was pointed right at Hershel. I didn't even have time to draw my own gun as Hershel dropped his, encouraging me to put my hands up. I felt the anger pulsing through me as two men came from the trees, tying ropes around my hands.

I seethed from my seat in the RV, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to dig us into a situation worse than this. The Governor treated the wound on Michonne's head, the one he did himself to knock her out.

He reached into his pocket and brought out something wrapped in plastic. "You should eat. It's gonna be a long day. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

"Maybe you shoulda said that before you kidnapped and tied us up." I muttered. The Governor didn't reply, just chuckled slightly. Hershel gave me a look, one that convinced me to stay quiet.

"Just tell us what this is. Please." Hershel calmly asked. He knew the best way to get answers wouldn't be by yelling.

"It isn't personal. Michonne, I want you to know...Penny, my daughter? She was dead, I know that now." I had heard all about the Governor's crazy habits. Keeping his dead daughter chained up in a tiny room, the fish tanks full of heads. I knew what he did to Maggie.

"Now, I don't want to hurt you. I don't wanna hurt anyone. I need the prison, that's it. There are people I need to keep alive. You three are gonna help me take it. No one needs to die."

Except you. I thought to myself.

"I'm gonna kill you." Michonne bluntly stated. Now she had said it, I knew she wouldn't stop until her goal had been completed.

"No, you won't." The Governor dismissed her threats.

"You want the prison?" Hershel decided to end their conversation immediately, knowing it would only aggravate the man sitting across from us.

"Yeah. And I'll take it as peacefully as I can." There was no way he could just stroll up to the gates with us and demand my family to leave their home.

"Your people, our people- we can find a way to live together." I wished it could be true, but having the Governor and my family under the same roof didn't sit well with me. I didn't care if he had changed, I would kill him myself.

"These people you need to keep alive- do you love them?" Hershel continued. The Governor didn't answer.

"You're a good man, Hershel. You're a better man than Rick. The two of us will never be able to live together. Michonne and I, we'll never be able to live together. By the way this kid," he pointed right at me, "is looking at me, I know she would kill me in my sleep on the first night."

I guess I couldn't hide the glare in my eyes. This man made me so furious, the way he thought he could try to take our home, then come back a year later and do it again.

"I'm trying hard." I couldn't listen to this bullshit. He was really making it seem like this was the only way, like he was the one suffering a loss here. People would be dying today, and I would try my hardest to make sure they weren't mine.