"These high walls…"
"They weren't fully constructed. Is it because of the number of people in the Camp?"
The Governor patted a tree trunk beside him, staring at the boundary between the high wall and the fence, his tone difficult to ascertain.
Following the direction of the Governor's finger, one could see that the high wall of the Prison almost only extended to the middle section, while the remaining half was just a barbed wire fence.
Compared to the high wall, the barbed wire fence seemed to be swaying precariously in the wind, easily destructible.
"So we can go in from the back?" Martinez asked.
"No rush, we still have time. The supplies we brought are enough to last us a long time."
"Tell them to bring the Walkers they found. First, let's rule out whether there are still explosives in this area."
But just as the Governor's words fell, a gasp and a scream came from the distant jungle behind them.
The Governor frowned slightly, turned, and hurried over.
…
Inside the Prison.
Led by Rick, everyone was gathered in the Administrative Building's cafeteria.
Shane had his hands in his pockets, leaning against the table beside Rick.
"You should all have seen it by now."
"We cannot avoid this war, but as long as we stick together tightly, they will not be able to defeat us."
Rick was giving a pre-war motivational speech.
"Where's Shawn? Where did he go?" Glenn asked.
"Shawn needs sleep now. He's right above us."
Knowing where Shawn was, the people present visibly relaxed, their expressions much softer.
Shawn's presence was always so reassuring.
"Shawn once told me that this time, we need to fully follow Shane's arrangements, and even I am no exception."
Saying that, Rick looked at Shane.
Shane lowered his arms, put his hands on his hips, and stepped forward two paces.
"Given this sudden situation, I don't think there's any need for private, separate communication anymore."
"Everyone, hear me clearly, everyone, as long as you still consider yourselves a member of the Prison."
"I hope that when you face that group of raiders, you absolutely do not show any mercy."
"Go all out. As long as we find an opportunity, we should wipe them out, just like what they might do to us."
"I think you should all have heard about everything they did to Michonne."
"Michonne is very skilled; she managed to hold on until we arrived, so she survived."
"But what about the others? What about those whose weapons, food, and medicine were taken by them?"
"They didn't even get a chance to become the Walkers wandering outside. These raiders are the biggest maggots after the collapse of civilization, even worse than the unintelligent Walkers. They are more hateful than Walkers!"
Shane spoke through gritted teeth. When he mentioned Michonne, it was as if he had seen his unborn child treated that way, wishing he could just take off the Governor's head.
If it weren't for the sense of responsibility brought by the Prison and his promise to Shawn.
Perhaps at this moment, Shane would have already led a group of people to rush out and deal with the Governor, instead of waiting to have a meeting with Rick and the others now.
And this time, facing Shane's somewhat aggressive words, it was rare for no one to stand up and object.
Silence meant unanimous approval. Shane's meaning was the consensus of the Prison.
When facing external threats, the unity of the Prison reached its highest point ever.
Even Oscar, Jacob, Michonne, and others who joined later couldn't help but integrate.
They felt genuine anger and a sense of crisis regarding the actions of the Governor's side.
If they were still in the wilderness and encountered the Governor's people head-on, what would the situation be like?
The answer was self-evident.
"These people deserve to die!"
Michonne said without hesitation.
Her slender fingers twitched slightly at her side, much like the gesture of gripping a knife handle.
After the apocalypse, during her days of wilderness survival, the Governor was almost certainly the worst person she had ever encountered.
Hypocritical, belligerent, sinister, indifferent…
These words, which could be called flaws or traits, appeared simultaneously in the Governor, making Michonne want to tear him to pieces.
Fortunately, when she served as the reconnaissance captain in Woodbury, she did not do anything she would regret because of the Governor's inflammatory rhetoric.
Otherwise, Michonne could not forgive herself.
"Hey, no matter what, I need all of you to be ready."
Shane looked at everyone.
His gaze swept over the crowd, but stopped on a pale, close-cropped head.
Shane blinked, speaking with some disbelief.
"Merle?"
"Shouldn't you be guarding the gate on the watchtower right now?"
"Don't get so heated, man, they've all spread out now. I came to let you know."
"There are others guarding the gate."
Merle waved his hand.
"Spread out?" Everyone's attention was drawn by this word.
"Some of them went into the woods, some went around to the side and back of the Prison. I don't think they're just going for a stroll, are they?"
Hearing Merle's words, Daryl stood up with a 'whoosh', and Michonne already reached for her katana hilt.
"It seems we need to act now."
Daryl's eyes were deep. He dragged his crossbow and walked with Michonne towards the depths of the Prison.
"Aren't you curious why they suddenly went into the woods?"
T-Dog couldn't help but ask.
"You don't need to worry about it. We left them a gift."
Daryl said without looking back, looking cool in a unique way.
…
In the woods.
Chaos was spreading within a small team belonging to Woodbury.
Two people lay collapsed on the ground; one had an arm-thick wooden spike stuck in his thigh, and the other had a hunting trap, used for small to medium-sized animals, clamped tightly on his calf, bleeding profusely.
The remaining members of the small team frantically dealt with out-of-control Walkers.
The Walkers they had personally caught, originally intended to be used against the Prison, had accidentally bitten their own people.
The sudden interlude had incapacitated half of the small team.
It wasn't until two or three gunshots rang out from a distance that the chaotic scene was brought under control.
The gunshots still echoed in the woods, and the Governor was seen approaching from behind a tree with his people.
"What happened?"
As soon as he asked this question, the Governor knew he had asked in vain.
The entire situation was clear at a glance: injured, bitten, frantically dealing with Walkers—this small team was almost wiped out by two hidden and simple hunting traps.
He roughly assessed the composition of this team—they were all made up of Community residents.
"Sigh—"
The Governor sighed, suddenly feeling a bit tired.
He had only just emerged from two weeks of despondency, only to be faced with these subordinates…
"You take them back first. I'll figure out a way to send them to a safe place."
The Governor glanced at the people lying on the ground and spoke to Martinez.
Martinez subconsciously looked at the injured people, then pretended to know nothing and turned to leave with his people.
Watching everyone leave, the Governor's expression remained unchanged.
Did all the Community residents not know his way of doing things?
Time reveals a person's heart; some of them, naturally, had some inkling.
But why did no one ever speak out?
The answer was actually very simple.
The Governor constructed a 'Utopia', so naturally, there were people who yearned for a Utopia and actively approached it, even if they knew it was fake afterward, they would never expose it. They needed to live in falsehood to escape the cruel reality.
Now they were all in the jungle surrounding the Prison. Where could there be any safe place?
The Governor turned around, pulled out a pure black pistol from his waist, and slowly raised the barrel to point at them, his gaze, however, lifted towards the sky.
It was past noon, but the sky was dull, with not much light visible, obscured by the sprawling branches of tall trees. Only a single ray of light squeezed through the gaps.
The Governor opened his mouth, as if softly murmuring to his long-departed family.
"What Utopia, hmph…"
Bang—
Bang bang—
The Governor
…
[After clarifying things, it's time to conclude the Governor's arc]
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