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You Are The Wilderness - The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter 28 - Ghosts of the Past


Kiara' POV


I was tied up to a chair in a damp room lit by a single lamp hanging over the table in front of me. The hours felt like days and my nerves were getting the best of me. Guess being in a room by yourself, listening to Merle “interrogate” Glenn would do that to you. I had no idea where Maggie was or what was happening, let alone where we were. My head was pounding and I was pretty sure some of my ribs were broken. I was trying hard not to panic but everything got excruciatingly silent after Merle finished beating the crap out of Glenn.

After what felt like eternity I heard footsteps approaching and somebody started to unlock the door to the room I was being held in. A tall man entered and stopped by the door. I couldn't quite see his face, because it was hidden in the shadows, but I heard him chuckle under his breath sending shivers of fear throughout my body. I mustered up all the courage I had left and stared defiantly at the faceless man. And then he left. What the hell?

“I'm not telling you anything,” I spat venomously when he returned couple minutes later. He just chuckled again and stepped into the light. A complete terror washed over me as I stared into a face that looked hauntingly familiar. It was not possible, it couldn't be… Phillip was dead; I stabbed him in the neck the night he attacked me in the woods back in Charlotte. But this man resembled him too much; the features too familiar for it to be a coincidence and that cold, hard, calculative stare that haunted my nightmares, was the same. I just stared at him with my eyes wide open not able to utter a single syllable.

“How…” I started. “Who…?”

“Oh, I'm not Philip, sweetheart,” he answered walking around me to stand behind my back.
“He's dead. You killed him. I know you're confused, but don't worry, we'll have plenty of time for proper introductions later, after talk to your friend Maggie.”
I was about to turn my head around to look at him when I felt a needle prickling my neck and the darkness took me.

When I woke up I was in markedly less comfortable position considering I was hanging by my hands from the ceiling. I groaned loudly and looked around. I was in a different room this time. This one was smaller, laid around with wood and had sort of a built-in cage in one of the walls. There was a large leather armchair in the center and on the opposite side of the room… HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!! There were several fish tanks full of heads – Walker and human alike. The bile rose in my throat and it took everything in me not to throw up. In the world for what it is now, I'd seen many disgusting things, but this was sick. I started struggling against the chains but to no effect. Moments later the door unlocked and the man walked in, went across the room and sat in the armchair with a content sigh.

“Now, where were we?” he asked nonchalantly.

“You were gonna tell me who the hell you are and what you want from me.” I bit back, putting on a brave face, but the truthfully, I've never been more scared in my whole life.

“Ah, right,” he said and smiled. “No doubt you wonder how I know about Philip. See, Philip was my brother. My name is Brian, but everybody here calls me the Governor.” Oh god, now I was truly fucked. If this person was anything like his brother, which from the looks of things was most likely, I was utterly and undeniably fucked.

“How do you know I killed your brother?” I asked bewildered.

“Excellent question Kiara,” I flinched at his use of my name. How did he know my name? Then again, maybe he knew from Glenn or Maggie. That didn't mean anything though. They didn't know about Colin and Philip. The only people who knew were Rick, Carl, Carol and Daryl.
My thoughts were interrupted as Governor continued: “I know, because I was there that night. See, my brother and I, we had a little hobby. We liked to collect trophies… I'm still collecting!” he laughed gesturing towards the fish tanks.

“We had a pattern. It always worked. One of us would warm his way into the group we'd come across, make them comfortable around him and lower their guards, then he would kill the men and get women ready. When it was all done, we would take their heads.
We had the same idea with your little camp; we'd been watching them for days before Philip joined them. Two pairs… it was perfect, and then you and Colin tagged along. That was even better. Philip was warming his way further into the group while I continued watching you all from distance. Once everything was ready, I made a quick run to our hide-out to grab our equipment, but Philip got greedy. I was running late and he didn't wait for me. Stole all the fun for himself…
When I got to the campsite, everything was quiet and everybody dead. I set out to search the surroundings and found my brother's body and when I ran back to the camp, I saw you running to your brother's truck and drive away. But you already know that part of the story.”

He stood up and walked towards me, undoing his holster belt and dropping it on the armchair while he continued: “I wanted to go after you, to find you and make you pay, but I had other… obligations,” he muttered looking towards the built-in cage.

“But, few months later, here you are!” he said jovially walking up right in front of me. He caressed my left cheek smiling, but his eyes remained cold. “He was a slob, my brother. Such a butcher. Always working in haste, not appreciating his work… I should thank you for helping me get rid of him.”

He pulled out a knife and cut my muscle tank open, then threw it on the floor. He fake-hissed at the sight of a massive bruise that formed on my abdomen: “Wow, Merle really did a number on you, huh?” But before I could respond, he ran the blade of his knife along the line of my bra on the left side, making me scream in excruciating pain.

“I, on the other hand, like to take things slow,” he murmured and did the same thing on the right side, making me cry out loud again. “I like to see their reaction, their pain and emotions, but with you it's even more personal. I already have a room for your head, see?” he said grabbing my jaw in his hand and turning my head towards the fish tanks. “Right there next to your brother.”

I followed his gaze and saw it. There it was. My brother's head, illuminated by that terrible green light. It was… moving… snapping its jaw… his once brilliant eyes turned almost translucent. At that moment all physical pain faded away and I saw red. I couldn't take my eyes of my brother's head and all I managed to do was scream myself hoarse from the sheer agony that wracked my body in intense waves as I struggled against my restraints.

I realized that sick bastard was laughing in my face and I saw red again, this time from a different reason. I knew I was going to die and it was going to be long and painful, but I decided I was not going down quietly and that I will do anything to deny him the pleasure he expected to get from torturing and killing me. I remained motionless, glaring at him as he leaned closer to me and put his face right in front of mine. The look on his face was one of a complete derangement.
I saw an opportunity and lunged at him smashing my forehead against his nose, satisfied at the crack I heard. He fell back growling in frustration, his nose bleeding like a faucet. He was back on his feet in no time slapping me across the face and splitting my lip open. He grabbed me by my throat hissing into my face:” You think you're clever little bitch, don't you?”

I spat the mixture of saliva and blood into his face in response, which earned me a punch into my already broken ribs causing breath to hitch in my throat. I was coughing and wheezing and every breath I took sent another pang of sharp pain through my abdomen.

“But we digressed,” he continued, all calm and composed again, taking his knife again making another cut on my left side about an inch under the first one, then repeated the process on the right side. I whimpered in pain again, not able to scream anymore. “Scream all you want sweetheart, there's nobody listening.”

I have no idea how much time had passed, but after he was done, he locked the room again and left me there, still hanging from the ceiling. My head was fuzzy from the thorough beating I took combined with the blood loss from several cuts he made on my abdomen. I lost count after the third row. I knew he wasn't done with me yet, that I'd have to endure so much more before he finally killed me.

My thoughts wandered to Maggie and Glenn and I felt panic rise in my throat again. I hoped they were alright. I've never felt so helpless in my life. And what about Rick, Carl and the baby? I'll never see them again. No!!! I had to find a way out of there, but I was so tired. Maybe if I just closed my eyes for a bit. He wouldn't be coming back soon…

I was being shaken out of my daze by two hurried voices and somebody slapping my face abruptly calling my name in a hushed tone.

“Kiara! Kiara, dammit, wake up!” I forced my eyes open to see Daryl's face right in front of mine as he cradled my head in his hands. “She's alive. C'mon help me with these chains,” he said as he propped me under my arms waiting for whoever was there with him to loosen my restraints. Finally, my arms were free and he sat me down into the armchair.

“Hold on,” he murmured silently and took off his vest, then his shirt, wrapping it around me, pulling my arms through sleeve holes and buttoning it up in haste. I looked up and saw a dark skinned woman with dreads and katana, different from mine, in her hands looking around cautiously. I've never seen her before but I liked her style. Plus she seemed to be on our side.

“Let's get out of here,” Daryl said and hauled me into his arms again.

“I'm staying,” the woman said. “I have some unfinished business with the Governor.”

“Suit yourself,” Daryl muttered and proceeded to carry me out of the room. “Can you
walk?”

“Yeah, I – I think so,” I said weakly and he set me down gently, slinging my right arm around his shoulder, propping me with his left arm and holding his crossbow in his right hand.

“C'mon, the others are waitin',” he nudged me towards the entrance.

“Glenn, Maggie,” I protested weakly.

“Yeah, we got them,” he responded. “Let's get the hell out of here.”

I had no idea where we were going. There was smoke and chaos everywhere accompanied by an extensive gunfire. Somehow we managed to sneak around the buildings and got out through a hole in the fence.

My vision was becoming blurry again but I recognized the voice calling my name as Rick's and instinctively reached out my hand towards him. I felt him pulling me out of Daryl's hands and laying me on the grass, caressing my face lightly.

“Careful, she's hurt real bad,” I heard Daryl mutter. “Guess it was a good thing I ran after Michonne. We would never think to look in that prick's office. Bastard had her hanging on a chain from the ceiling.”

“Thank you Daryl,” Rick muttered. “I can't even –“

I didn't hear Daryl say anything to that but I could picture him nodding in response. He still wasn't used to people being genuinely nice to him. Moments later I heard him mutter:” I gotta go find my brother.” and heard him disappear followed by Rick's hisses of disapproval.

Notes

Ok, so I don´t know how many of you are familiar with TWD books "The Road To Woodbury" and "The Rise of the Governor", but they tell the story of the Governor before he came to Woodbury etc. and in it we find out that he had a brother named Philip (the Governor´s real name is actually Brian) that got killed before they got to Woodbury, so I thought this could be an interesting plot twist for my story.

Let me know what you think about it, feedback is really appreciated :)

Comments

Please update soon!! I really like this story

I am really enjoying this story. I hope you go through all five seasons and beyond.

Natalie73 Natalie73
6/22/15

Omgsh, its getting crazy!! Hopefully kiara wakes up soon.

Xxjerr19xX Xxjerr19xX
4/1/15

Can't wait for updates! I'm hooked

Ashleyziur Ashleyziur
2/20/15

aww poor Kiara

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2/11/15