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

Chapter 10- Interest

The next day I awaken in a tree that has perfect view of the prison. This one is the closest to their cell block windows, where I've seen their faces in the windows. Immediately I scan the premesis to make sure there are no disturbances nearby, but all I observe from inside the prison is Carl. I gaze up at the dawn sky, and realize he must be the only one awake, unless somebody is taking watch that I have no sight of.

Carl sits on the concrete floor, observing an object in his hands. I try to cast a better view of it when I realize it's my knife. My stomach contracts with uneasiness. I've never been without one of my knives. Ever. It may not seem like a big difference, but it was. One less knife meant the more times I would have to retrieve them, and the more cautious and wary I would have to become.

Carl glances back and forth from the knife, and then to the forest, scanning it with careful eyes. I wonder if he's looking for me. I wish he'd just throw my damn knife over the fence so I could go get it and run off.

Not like I wouldn't come back. It's horrible: I've only observed this group for a little over a day and I feel as if I have some sort of connection to them. It deeply bothers me, because like the other groups I've watched, this one would probably die sooner or later. They all do.

So will I.

Just then I see the officer emerge from around the bend of the prison, spotting Carl and then walking to him. He rests his hand on his holster that holds his gun. The attack yesterday has him on constant edge, and the deep bags under his eyes suggest he hasn't gotten much sleep if any.

"Carl?"

Carl looks up at the officer, "Yeah, Dad?"

"Still lookin at that knife, huh?"

Carl looks back down at it, "Yeah. I'm just trying to figure it out. Why that girl in the woods saved me."

The officer kneels down beside him, "Are you sure you saw a girl save you? The knife wasn't in its head already?"

Carl replies irritant, "Yeah, Dad, I'm sure. I wonder where she came from. I mean, she just came out of nowhere. Started killing them."

The officer rests his hand on his son's shoulder, "Yeah son, but remember; we don't know anything about her. For all we know she's with the Governor."

"Then why would she save me?"

"Trust, Carl. Trust."

With that, the officer walks away, leaving Carl in wonder, staring out past the field. What the officer said triggers something inside me. Not an emotion, but an idea. What if I did fight alongside with the Governor? Not actually join him, but act as a spy? If I know what he's planning against the prison, I'll have a better chance of protecting them.

I sit on my branch, hesitating, pondering. It would be a big risk for me. I didn't know anything about the Governor, other than the fact that he was evil, and a good liar. But I am too, and with my throwing abilities, I could easily infiltrate his little army if he found out about them. 

I nod to myself, and start climbing down the tree. 

I know what I have to do.

                    I scream at the top of my lungs. My location is near Woodbury, but I'm not in sight. However, I know the scream was loud enough for the people guarding it to here.

I am at a four way stop, and walkers are coming at me every which way, but I am prepared. If things start going down the drain, I have an escape route planned just in case.

I start killing off the walkers easily with my knives, casually. It wasn't hard as long as I kept most of them at bay. There were only about twenty, and as everybody knows, the dead move slowly, though they shouldn't be moving at all.

They're dead.

I wait patiently, anticipating that the Governor will soon be here.

I am correct. I can feel that he has brought a group of about six or seven men, who have their guns pointed in my direction to help me kill off walkers. That is when I start putting my moves into gear.

Before the apocalypse, I was trained in ninjutsu for about two months, but those two months got me far. I also studied Shaolin Kung Fu, which looked quite impressive watching. I wasn't so great that I could be Jacki Chan, but I have a great knowledge of the arts.

Knowing that I am being watched, I stab a walker in the top of its head. Calculating my balance I quickly run up its back, retrieving my knife and jumping on another walker with my feet on its two shoulders, and stab it. I roll frontwards, doing a fancy cart wheel off its back, and landing in a catlike position. I glance up at the men who have their guns aimed, but the Governor has waved them off, observing my impressive battle skills.

I start throwing my knives into the heads of walkers, and when I am out of my two knives, I recall all of the somewhat impressive moves I learned during my ninjutsu training. It is not long before most of the walkers near me are killed.

I stand up straight, making sure to show off my confidence. It is then that the governor approaches me, along with his men. Some of their guns are raised, but Phillip gestures for them to lower them down.

I put my act in to play. I knew men like Phillip, and I knew leaders in general. If I wanted to help the people at the prison, I would have to do so by achieving the highest rank I can amongst these people, and I do so by appealing as loyal and open. Leaders didn't like people who were secret, because people with secrecy were harder to trust.

I take a few steps back, but I don't wield my knives up. I just act cautious as any normal person would.

But that's all it is.

An act.

"It's okay, we won't hurt you." Phillip lightly smiles.

I nod at him, visibly acting more relaxed.

"What's your name?" he asks.

Fuck.

I think of one quickly, "Kendra."

He nods his head, "Those were some pretty impressive moves you did."

I nod my head again, "Yeah. I was a black belt before all of this happened."

"Do you have a group?"

This question startles me, because I know he's asked it to so many other people. He was asking me if there were a lot of people with me that could mean a "threat" to Woodbury. This is when I realize how many lives this man has taken.

"No. I've been on my own for a while now."

"A girl your age surviving this long out here by yourself? That doesn't sound right," one of the other men challenges, but Phillip waves him off, telling him to silence.

"I'm nineteen," I lie, "and I possess a lot of knowledge that has helped me get this far."

Phillip nods, believing everything I've said, "We live in a town not far from here. If you'd like, we can bring you back."

"How do I know you're not going to kill me?"

I already know the answer. I was too talented to die.

He smiles warmly at me, "If we were, wouldn't we have shot you already?"

I smirk back, approaching him slowly. I hold my hand out for him to shake, "What's your name?"

"I don't say my name. But the people know me here as the Governor."

I try to hide it, but my heart speeds up. I am in utter shock. I know that I've been calling him the Governor in my head, but nobody has told me it besides Isabelle in my dream.

Was she really in my dream?

"So. Show me this town you speak of." I smile at him.

He smiles back and nods his head for me to follow.

That is when I know my plan has worked.