chapter four,
little mouse.
IT HAD BEEN WEEKS since what Phoebe had deemed to be the 'biter fighter arena' and she'd hardly left the small apartment she called home. She couldn't look at those people the same, she couldn't look at the Governor the same ─ the way they screamed and cheered as Merle and Martinez threw one another into biters, as if they weren't inches away from their throats being ripped out by rotten teeth.
"Honey it's staged," The Governor tried to convince her, "It's a way for them to blow off steam and get some entertainment."
"You go for a jog when you wanna blow off steam, not fight gladiator style in an arena filled with biters." She spat back, turning her back to him to walk away.
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𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒, the walking dead
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