A bond where a father dies, but the son lives on, carrying the guilt of his father over the damage done to his best friend's father. Playing the hero, the son severed ties and a best friend's trust. As he tried to mend the damages done, he also tryi...
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The night felt almost peaceful.
The three of them stood there in shock, not knowing what to say. The only source of light came from the building they had just stepped out of and the tiki torches placed around. "Come with me," the man ordered, walking down the steps. The woman helped support Andrea down the steps by grabbing her arm, knowing she was still recovering as she limped the rest of the walk down the path. Blake trailed behind, glancing behind him to see Merle following as well.
It felt almost unnatural walking without the need of a weapon nor fear of the roamers from creeping up on you. Blake still found himself looking around, unsure if it was his instincts telling him to or if it was him taking in the sight before him as he now recognized as Woodbury. He knew it was a safe zone, but after spending roughly a year or so out in the open alone, you're bound to forget what it feels like to lower your guard down and just not worry about the dead creeping up on you and killing you. Besides, Blake still wasn't fully positive he was ready to trust the people here, despite the help they had provided.
After walking for a little bit, they reached the road that was cut off by a man-made fortified wall and gate. On top was a platform that supported a few armed men, holding shotguns with some artillery as they kept watch. It somewhat quenched the fear Blake had regarding the safety of this place. He watched as Merele ran up the metal steps, hearing the metal echo with each step he took. "Go relieve Pete at the back gate," he ordered a few of the men who stepped down. "Take the spotlight," he ordered the remaining guard who walked over to the idle spotlight. "Are you military?" Andrea questioned, astonished at the foritifications, weaponry. Blake followed her move as they looked towards the man, hands clutching the holster around his pants. He smiled, admiring the fortified gate in front of him. "Hardly. Couple of vets, but, by and large, we're self-trained," he answered. "That's heavy artillery they're packing," Andrea admired, glancing at the male.
"Some men arrive with guns, but, most of the weapons are scavenged over time."
"And the other side of town? The rest of the streets? They're all guarded like this?" The man was silent for a moment, answering the blonde's question. "It can't be," she breathed, disbelief lacing her voice as the entire fortified safe zone sounded too good to be true. "It can, and it is." Merle's whistling gathered everyone's attention. "Got us a creeper, Governor," he informed. Governor. Blake furrowed his eyebrows as the mention of Merle finally providing a name to the unnamed man.
"May I?" He asked the guard who was ready to fire. He thanked the man as he took his shotgun, aiming towards the corpose. "You some government official?" Blake asked him, Andrea pitching in with a similar question; "why do they call you that?"
"Some nicknames stick whether you want them to or not."
"Buzz is a nickname, governor is a title," Andrea commented, only to cause the Governor to snicker. Blake watched as one of the guards turned the spotlight one, maneuvering the light to shine outside the wall. "There's a difference," she continued, peaking through the gap between the large doors. Blake walked closer to the door, unable to see much due to Andrea being there first. "Got 'im. He brought his buddies," Merle spoke up after firing his first shot, the noise silenced with a silencer of some sort. Blake cringed at the sound of the snarling that were becoming louder the more that joined. One by one, Merle fired with confidence. "Clear," he smiled down at the Governor, handing the gun back before stepping down.
