↠ Wandering farther ↞

~// Hunted down \\~

I finally made it back home....
Carol saw me, and ran to me, crying hysterically.
"Oh my goodness, you're okay!"
She wrapped me in a tight hug, and held me close to her chest, protectively.
Other people began to look over this way, and running over to check on me.
"How did you escape him?" Daryl asked, examining the blood on my cheek
"Let's just say, the governor's not the wisest in the bunch....." I said, chuckling.
"Kansas.....what did you do?" Carol asked, squinting at me and smirking.
"Oh, nothing.......just tricked him into losing his sight. He couldn't stop boasting about himself long enough to realize I had left!" I laughed heartily. Carol laughed with me, until we heard a loud BOOM.

We look up, to see a tank......heading straight for the prison.
"EVERYONE, MOVE!" Rick shouted. Everyone ran from the entrance, and watched as the outer fence was ran over and mangled by the huge vehicle...
"WE HAD A DEAL, GRIMES!!" The governor shouted, standing a top his tank.
"THAT YOU LOSE THE PRISON, OR YOUR PEOPLE......."
He yelled, aiming his gun at me.
I glared at the governor. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I fluttered my eyelashes adorably and pretended to cry
"Y-You wouldn't shoot me.....n-not after all we've been through!" I cried out, pretending to be afraid. He lowered his gun. It grew obvious that he had a soft spot for children.
"Fine......I don't need to kill you anyway."
He smirked, before grabbing Hershel, and slicing his head most of the way off. Beth and Maggie screamed from the distance
"DADDY!!! NO!!!" Beth cried out.
The governor stood there and laughed, maniacally. That was the last straw. Hershel did nothing to deserve that. I gathered up all my courage, before speaking
"Wow......You really ARE just a cliché bad guy, aren't you?....." I said, smugly, stepping forward
He scowled at me, raising his gun again.
"And what makes you say that, kid?" He seethed. "Well, you see, cliché bad guys always kill the innocent.......You do realize, if you wanted the prison, all you needed to do was kill Rick, right?" I suggested, cocking my head to the side slightly.
Rick shot me a glare of anger and betrayal.
I winked at him, smirking slightly, before turning back to face the governor.
"So?.....Whatcha gonna do now?" I asked. He was at a loss for words.
"I say we torture Rick.....you should-.....you know what? Here. Lemme help....." I stated, shaking my head as I walked towards him.
I walked behind him and guided his hands on the gun. He allowed me to do so.
"I'd say, aim for the artery in his leg....let him bleed out in pain......" I said, as I unnoticeably pulled my blade from my pocket.
"Ok, what should I do now, huh?...." the governor asked.
"Now......."

I tossed the gun and held my blade to his throat.

".....you beg for mercy......" I grimaced. I felt his body tremble. He was genuinely afraid of me. I smirked.
"Wow......you'll always be remembered as the man who as killed and outwitted by a thirteen year old.....pathetic." I chuckled, before moving the blade from his throat to his back. I stabbed it right though his chest, and he fell down, bleeding and choking.

It was over.....