Bang, bang, bang—
Shawn knocked on the door of the duty room, and then heard several sounds of gun bolts being pulled from inside.
"It's me," Shawn called out in a deep voice.
The metal door opened, revealing Shane's face. Most of the Prison's combat unit was here at this moment.
Glenn, Maggie, T-Dog… and even Carol.
Shawn's gaze fell inside the duty room, where he saw a petite figure.
"Why are you here?"
Shawn frowned, looking at Beth as he spoke, his tone not very polite.
Beth, gripping a stone spear tightly with both hands, walked out from the crowd.
"I killed 100 Walkers! I'm not a vase; I can fight for everyone too!"
Beth mustered her courage, her determined eyes even more resolute than Hershel's.
Shawn ignored her and looked at Maggie.
Maggie, however, just spread her hands and shrugged.
Shawn understood; even Hershel had agreed to Beth's actions.
Shawn didn't want to dwell on this at the moment and said to Shane,
"Leave a few people to guard the C-block door. The rest of you follow me."
Dropping these words, Shawn turned and left.
Shawn walked in front, carrying his blade, followed by a team of people behind him, each having experienced the tempering and baptism of the apocalypse.
Shane followed behind Shawn's left shoulder, dressed in a military green top and camouflage trousers, with heavy leather boots on his feet, his hands gripping his gun tightly.
His eyes were sharp; at a glance, he lived up to the title of 'Thug.'
Shawn led the group to the back of the Prison.
Looking at the shambling Walker approaching, Shawn twisted his blade, turning the long blade into a spear, and fiercely pierced its neck from one side.
Following the force, Shawn slammed the Walker against the wall, and the blade instantly sliced cleanly across its neck, cleanly severing its head.
At the end of the corridor corner, a half-bent shadow swayed.
It wasn't until he saw Shawn that he put away his crossbow and approached.
"Why are you here?"
Daryl was a bit surprised to see Shawn at this moment.
"We can't just wait like this, or else the back corner of the Prison will really be torn down by them."
Shawn shook his head, lightly flicking all the blood from his blade onto the ground, and re-shouldered his blade.
"Can't wait?"
"Can't wait. Let's go collect some interest first."
Shawn nodded.
Subsequently, they went to the other back door of the Prison, where they saw Michonne.
Taking Michonne with them, the group left through the back door and blended into the gradually darkening jungle.
…
The second assault failed.
The Governor led his men back to the forest a hundred meters away.
His face was grim, and the hostility on him grew thicker; his once benevolent facade was almost unable to conceal his brutality.
"We only have five vehicles left. It's getting dark now. How about we go back first…?"
Martinez cautiously approached, tentatively asking.
"We haven't lost yet!"
The Governor suddenly turned around, startling Martinez.
"I… haven't lost yet!"
He advanced step by step towards Martinez, who swallowed hard and nodded uncontrollably.
"Of course, of course you haven't."
Just as he was about to reach Martinez, the Governor suddenly stopped and let out a sigh of relief.
"We can't leave. They can't stay inside forever. We breached one door today; tomorrow, we can break in and take the entire Prison."
"Like a virus, constantly eroding their fighting spirit and faith, there will always be a day when they retreat."
"You must remember, they are wrong, not us!"
"We are God's hand, wielding the whip of punishment."
The Governor spoke with a serious face, his fabricated lies seemingly almost convincing even himself.
"Of course," Martinez repeated again.
At this moment, the Governor looked like a mentally unstable madman in his eyes, and everything could only follow his lead.
"Oh my God!"
A cry of alarm rang out at this moment, drawing everyone's attention through the smoke of the bonfire.
The crowd quickly gathered, and seeing this scene, a sense of foreboding rose from the bottom of the Governor's heart.
The last time this happened was the 'Ten Heads' incident.
With the mindset of confronting fear, the Governor lunged forward, looking up before anyone else arrived.
Bloody and mangled.
This was a soldier from the Governor's camp. He lay slumped against a tree trunk, his weapon gone, his head cradled in his arms.
At this point, he had already turned into a Walker, so his head hadn't completely died, his mouth continuously opening and closing.
This scene was enough to send shivers down the spines of over 90% of people.
But at this moment, when the Governor saw this, he actually felt a sense of relief and let out a long breath.
'I have nothing left to lose'
The Governor murmured to himself, and with that, even the last trace of anxiety was eliminated.
But then, a thought struck him, and the Governor instantly reacted, immediately looking at the thin woman who discovered it first.
"When did it appear here?"
"I… I don't know. I just wanted to go to the bathroom and found it."
The woman stammered, not understanding why the Governor didn't care about the corpse first, but rather its origin.
"Not good!"
A warning bell instantly rang in the Governor's heart!
He spun around, about to draw the pistol he carried.
But a gunshot rang out the next second. The Governor couldn't even see where the person was, only seeing the soldiers on the periphery falling one by one.
"I heard you wanted me?"
A startled shout came from behind. Michonne had stealthily crept behind the Governor without him knowing when.
The Governor subconsciously turned, gun in hand, but the next moment he felt a chill in his palm, followed by a 'thud.'
Looking down, he saw his forearm fall to the ground along with his pistol.
Looking up again, he saw Michonne's face filled with rage.
This time, she was here to avenge herself by order!
Michonne
"Where are you looking?"
Before the Governor even felt the pain, another voice came.
This voice felt somewhat unfamiliar to the Governor; he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
But with a whooshing sound, he felt his other arm go cold again.
Swoosh—
Blood spurted out uncontrollably.
The Governor's entire arm was severed directly from top to bottom!
He turned again, and what greeted his eyes was the figure of a young man, holding a great blade taller than himself.
Before he could see clearly, the intense pain that followed overwhelmed his consciousness.
The Governor knelt on the ground, his face pale, cold sweat pouring out even more than the gushing blood.
A bullet struck, passing between Shawn and Michonne.
Shawn glanced at Michonne, who nodded knowingly, immediately retreating into the darkness. Following this, the gunshots from all directions ceased abruptly.
Shawn grabbed the Governor by his collar, making him face him, shielding him from the soldiers' gunshots.
"Perhaps you still don't know me. Let me introduce myself: my name is Shawn."
"I wonder if seeing that head reminded you of anything?"
Dropping these words, Shawn turned and left, retreating into the darkness just like Michonne.
The Governor froze for a few seconds, completely ignoring Martinez's startled cries from around him, only staring blankly in the direction Shawn had left.
Those slightly reddened eyes resembled the demon he imagined.
"You… demon!"
He laughed. The Governor actually called someone else a demon.
If Merle were here now, he might just give him another round of 'Merle's Sayings.'
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