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NOBODY WANTED TO TALK anymore. They wanted to kill the Governor for what he had done to Hershel. Everybody in the group pulled out their guns and rifles, and began to shoot at everybody on the other side of the fence — they didn't care about peace, or avoiding bloodshed anymore, they wanted to put things right. And that meant killing the Governor, and anybody who stood in their way.
"Kill them all!" They heard the Governor say.
Ophelia stayed next to Daryl and Carl, as they shot down anybody that appeared in their line of fire. But, as bullets filled the air, and blood spilled on the ground, the whole thing became chaotic. There were people screaming loudly — especially Maggie and Beth who were devastated — and the Governor's people began to tear the fences down.
Some of his people began loading up the tank, and shooting at the prison building. It began to crumble, and everybody in the group knew that they'd never see their cells again. They'd have to find somewhere else after this was all over.
"He's destroying this place," Ophelia said. "I need to find my brother, now."
"Wait," Daryl said. "You gotta death wish? They'll kill you."
"That's a just a chance I'll have to take."
"Ophelia—" Daryl tried to say, but she cut him off.
"I'll be fine." She reassured him. "I have to find him before they do. You know I do. And then I'll be back. I promise."
"Really, Daryl. I'm not going to die today. Not at the Governor's hand. I'll be back. Cell Block A isn't far from here." She said, standing up. "You keep Carl safe. Please."
"Fine." He nodded after a moment. "Just, be careful. They see you? They ain't gonna just let you go, they'll kill you."
"I know," she said, taking the safety of off her gun. "I'll make it."
She then quickly ran off before Daryl could protest anymore, and dodged any shots from the tank, adamant that she would find her brother.
The courtyard was slowly filling up with smoke, which made it difficult to see in some places. But, it meant that she could stay hidden.
She'd almost reached the cellblock when somebody shot at her from behind — the bullet flew inches past her face, and she was taken back for a moment. She quickly turned around, to see who'd just tried to kill her, and saw one of the Governor's men still shooting at her, each bullet missing her by a few inches.
