Ch.1: This Sorrowful Life

            It was a beautiful day, as Merle and the Governor, also known as Philip, faced off in an abandoned building that looked to be an old shed, but looked like there were a few horse stalls inside it.

            The Governor raised a handgun to Merle, ready to kill and Merle didn’t make a move to stop him.

            “I ain’t gonna beg,” Merle told him, leaning against what looked like the outer wall of a horse stall.

            Just as The Governor put his finger on the trigger, Andrea arrived out of nowhere, having come from behind The Governor, and put a hand gun to the side of his head.

            “Put it down,” she ordered him. She’d come to save Merle, since she didn’t want more deaths to happen. She’d lost Amy and others in the group. She couldn’t lose anyone else.

            “Now I know where your loyalty lies,” The Governor replied. For a while now, he’d been wondering where her loyalty was. With him or with Rick’s group? Now he knew it was with Rick’s group, considering she had a gun to his head.

            “You’re going to put your weapon away and let us both leave. The killing needs to stop. There’s been too many deaths. Otherwise, you’ll be next if you don’t do as I say,” she replied.

            “You’re not going to kill me,” The Governor replied.

            “You want to bet? Pull that trigger and you’ll find out,” she forewarned.

            Not wanting to find out who was right, he finally put his gun down and back in its holster. Then she did the same with her own gun. Then she and Merle left, as The Governor watched.

            As they walked, heading back to the prison, Merle was actually impressed by her standing up to The Governor like that. He’d never known her as a hard a*s, so he was impressed and surprised at her actions.

            “Well, well. Look at you, standing up to him like that. You just grew some guts,” Merle commented to her, praising her for doing that.

            “I did it to save your life, but it wasn’t for your own benefit,” she replied to him. Then she took out her gun in case she’d need it for any walkers they’d run into on the way.

            “Keep telling yourself that,” Merle replied to her, following at her side.