The Walking Dead: Three Knives (a fanfiction, based off of Season 3 & 4)

Chapter 7- Dream

My eyes open, but the familiar heat of the air doesn't suffocate my skin, but instead comforting warmth. There is no breeze, but my hair flows back, and I don't feel dirty for once. I skim where I am, and gasp to see that I am on clouds. Clouds. I couldn't feel them under my feet, considering that they are basically fog.

"Angel?"

I whip around, and Isabelle stands before me. I always thought she was a beautiful little girl, but in front of me she's the one who looked like an Angel.

"Guardian Angel?"

I swallow, trying to be strong like so many times before, even though I didn't really want to, "Yes?"

"I understand why you aren't in heaven." She states, staring at me with her icy blue eyes. I didn't recall her eyes being this blue.

"Why is that?" I squeak. I wanted to hug her, and immediately feel ashamed for feeling so emotional.

"Because the people at the prison. You need to protect them now," she smiles at me, and I lifted a corner of my mouth to return it.

"Why do they need me?"

"Because you need to save them from The Governor."

"The Governor?"

"Yes. The one with the eyepatch. You need to help them..." I gasp, because at the end she says my name. I haven't heard it in so long, not even thought about my name till now. Many memories stir inside my brain, reminding me of the life I used to have.

"Phillip?"

"The townspeople call him the Governor. They don't know who he is. He wants to kill the people at the prison. You have to help them. Now I understand why you couldn't come with me to Heaven."

I swallow, and I can't ignore the burning tears in my eyes.

Isabelle approaches me gracefully and touches my face with the palm of her hand, "Now I'll be your guardian, Angel."

I don't respond, because I can't. I'm at loss of words, and I find myself lost in her blue eyes. Before I see it she embraces me in her arms and hugs me. The feeling is so unnatural I almost don't know what to do, but I wrap my arms around her and hug her back.

"I miss you Isabelle."

I couldn't believe that came out of my mouth. I've watched Isabelle for a long time, but we were basically strangers considering the only time we conversed was her moment of death.

"You don't need to miss me Angel." She backs up, but still holds onto me gazing into my eyes, "I'm always with you."

I wake up to actually find tears in my eyes. I want to feel anger towards myself for crying, for acting like such a baby, but seeing Isabelle did something to me, and I couldn't feel anger at the moment.

I thought for sure I'd have a nightmare, and in a strange way it was, but it was a pleasant nightmare. I convince myself that it was just a dream. Isabelle wasn't in Heaven; such a place did not exist in my mind. Just the number three.

I sit up slowly, and my back cracks from the uncomfortable roof. I hear slight commotion, and lean over the edge to check it out.

Below me was a slightly gathered crowd, and the Gover- Phillip, was in the center informing them.

"I assure you, Woodbury will be fine. But we need to teach those people at the prison a lesson. Nobody will be harmed."

I roll my eyes as the people nodded their heads in respect and agreement. I couldn't be the only one to depict a lie, but I have to admit- Phillip was a good liar, maybe the best I've ever seen. But so am I. And I know how to spot a lie when I hear one.

"How do you know they won't attack you?" somebody in the crowd asks.

"If they do, we have fire locked and loaded if it is necessary to use."

He was going to use it either way. I knew it.

"Now if you'll excuse me, we have some business to do." Those are his final words before he starts walking away towards the vehicles. The small crowd starts to break off and head in opposite directions to continue with whatever measly thing they were doing, except for one blond haired girl who looked around Phillip's age. I have to lean down only a little bit to hear her. I can tell by the sound of her voice she is agitated.

"Phillip. Please!. The people at the prison... I can talk to them!"

I can't help but notice a little sway she does. It instantly bothers me.

"Andrea, I will talk to them. It's okay, but in the mean time, I need somebody to look after Woodbury."

I shake my head in disbelief... How can anybody buy that?

"But-"

"No buts, Andrea." The governor smiles at her, and then hops inside the Jeep. Goosebumps appear on my arms even though it's blistering hot outside because of his face. He may have smiled at Blondie, but the second he turned away, his face turned ice cold. It was the face of the devil.

The trucks slowly drive through the gate and progressively get faster down along the road. I sigh in aggravation. The prison isn't too far... well. For me, it'd probably take forty five minutes jogging. I needed to find a faster way, but I didn't know how to hotwire a car.

It takes me a good ten minutes to climb down the building, because as quoted by every professional climber, going up is the easy part. Getting down is the hard part. Especially when your hands are all sweaty.

I hate the human body.

Especially in the end of the world... being a girl.

Do you know how impossible it is when you're on your period? It's hell.

I start running down the road, trying to avoid walkers, but not too many come around this quiet neighborhood. Lucky me.

I've never driven before, and I have not a clue how to work a car. But if I wanted to get to the prison soon enough, I'd need a faster way than hitchhiking.

As I'm running down the road, a shiny red metal catches my eye and I stop instantly. I turn my head to see a bicycle chained to a fence, nearly hidden by a bush. I grin and sprint up to it. It wasn't the fastest way there, but it'd do.