~Clyde's POV~

I really didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to let the walkers into the neighborhood.

Okay. That's a lie.

That group was going to take Frankie away and kill me and I couldn't risk losing anything else. It's so stupid how they thought they could beat us.

Sure, letting the walkers in wasn't my brightest idea, but it worked. It also managed to get Frankie, Peter and I moving again.

Peter was slowly beginning to make sense of things and some of his later memories were coming back. Not all of them showed up, so I twisted his mind.

I made him think that the group hated him. That they didn't want him. They thought he was useless. Then I showed him that I cared, I wanted him and I thought he was useful.

I had turned him into my personal lap dog. Nothing was going on between us, but he hung off my every word. Sure, he was cute, but I wasn't it to that.

I wanted power.

I wanted someone that could make me feel like I was in control of everything. I needed someone to make me feel like I had a rightful place at the top. If I had to kill to get that, then so be it. I would.

"Are we leaving or staying another night?" Frankie asked me, tugging on the leg of my pants.

I looked around, "We should get going,"

Frankie nodded and began to gather his supplies, stuffing them into the black, canvas backpack we had taken from the house. It wasn't much, but it made him happy and that was all that mattered.

Peter was busy putting out the fire and I knew that I should help around. I took out a map from my already-packed bag and began to scan over it, looking for the nearest town.

We needed supplies. Frankie was suffering from malnutrition, but he was doing his best to hide it. He needed real food faster than we could get to it.

If he didn't get a meal by tomorrow, he wouldn't even be able to walk. He would need medical attention and IVs and other things we didn't have.

"Peter, could you carry Frankie? He's having trouble walking." I asked Peter.

He nodded and Frankie ran up to the two of us with his backpack strapped safely to his back.

"I can walk, see? I'm fine, Clyde! Please! Don't make me be carried." Frankie whined.

"No. You need to be carried and that's final." I told him as Peter picked him up.

Frankie didn't fuss. He just crossed his arms and let out the occasional huff of frustration. He had a small crease between his eyebrows and his nose was wrinkled in distaste.

Seeing him upset made me think of how we met.

I had been walking in the forest when I felt someone grab my hair. I almost screamed at the pain, but I knew better. A knife was held at the tip of my forehead and I knew this wasn't a walker.

"I'm not a walker." I had said.

The statement hadn't made them ease up, if anything, it had made Frankie worse. He yanked my hair even more and at that point, the pain was so excruciating that I let out a small cry. A tear had fallen down my cheek and only then did he release me.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." he had apologized.

"It's okay, I would've done the same." I had said.

He had smiled at me, "Can I stay with you?"

I had nodded and thought about how straight forward he was. He didn't skirt around the subject or beat at the bush, he just asked.

Ever since that day, Frankie had been the food provider and I was the protection. I had saved his life countless times and he had cried after near-death experiences.

The first time he had cried in my arms was when a walker grabbed him during sleep. He was in a tree, but the branch was low enough for the walker to reach.

I hadn't fallen asleep yet and Frankie had fallen out of the tree, breaking his ankle in the process. He was struggling to get away and I knifed the walker in the head, killing it immediately.

Frankie had limped over and clutched both of my legs, sobbing madly. I didn't know what had shaken him up so much when he told me that he knew the walker personally. He didn't tell me how he knew it, but he knew it.

I was pulled back to the present as I spotted a small dot that seemed like it was only a few miles from us. Judging our distance with a stone's throw, I estimated we could be there by lunch if we set out now.

The small red dot had a name next to it in all capital letter, "Woodbury" it read. I started walking, knowing that Peter would follow without question.

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"Clyde, behind you!" Peter yelled at me.

I turned around and swung my dagger, impaling the walker in the eye, finishing off the miniature herd. There had only been about 7, but that was enough to take down a man, woman and kid.

We were just yards from Woodbury and an overwhelming stink was overcoming us. I could only hope that Woodbury had supplies.

If not, we would move on to the next town and the next and the next, looking for a place to hunker down for awhile.

"Clyde, do you see that?" Peter asked me, staying quiet and pointing through the trees.

Between two live oaks was a fence of wood, scrap metal and tires built up with a flat piece of wood resting on top. On the wood stood multiple people with guns, looking like they were on guard for the new world.

I nodded and signaled him to stay behind with Frankie. Frankie looked distressed, but didn't say anything as I walked through the trees.

One of the guards noticed me and raised his gun and fired, he was aiming for my head but he was off by inches, missing me entirely.

I raised my hands in surrender and placed my knife and gun on the ground and removing my pack. I took a few steps back and kept my hands raised, placing them behind my head.

"Get the Governor," one of them snapped.

"You alone?" the same one asked.

I shook my head, "I got a man and a child. We've been on the road and the child is suffering malnutrition. All we ask is a day's worth of supplies if possible."

"Bring 'em out. The Governor'll be here in a minute." the man said.

I obeyed and motioned for Peter and Frankie to come out. Peter took Frankie's pack off and removed his weapons, placing them near mine.

A rogue walker stumbled behind us and I rushed to grab my knife, throwing it the distance and hitting it directly in the forehead.

I retrieved my knife, wiped it on the walker's shirt and placed it back with the weapons. I was uncomfortable with being a distance from my weapons, but it showed we meant no harm.

Clapping came from the fence and I looked up to see a man with an eye patch watching me. He had a hungry glint in his eye and I appointed him as the Governor.

"You're just passing through, correct?" he asked me.

I nodded, "If you could house us, it would be greatly appreciated, but we understand if you can't."

"Open the gates!" He bellowed, "We have new guests!"

Frankie ran up to me and hugged my legs. I could feel how weak he was in that simple hug. His arms weren't as strong and his skin felt cold.

I looked at him worried and his eyes were droopy. He dropped his arms and started to fall backwards, his eyes closing completely.

"Frankie!" I cried.

A large hand fell on my shoulder and an uneasy feeling lurked in my stomach, telling me I shouldn't trust this man.

"We can take care of him. We have medicine and plenty of food. If I may?" he asked, motioning towards Frankie.

I held on to Frankie the slightest bit tighter and he chuckled at me, looking me up and down for what seemed like the millionth time.

"I understand, please, follow me." he started to walk away and I scurried after him, picking up my weapons and mine and Frankie's pack on the way.

The heavy gates swung shut behind us and I knew there was no turning back now. We were in a safe place and we could help Frankie.

That's all that mattered.

Once we began walking the streets, I saw how civilized the town looked. The people were smiling and they were carrying around glasses with ice cubes and cans of soda, looking utterly carefree.

At some point, Peter began to walk behind me, feeling like a body guard and being the lap dog that I had made him into.

People passed us and children run amok, throwing rubber balls around and struggling to tie their shoes. This town made it seem like the outbreak had never happened, and I liked it.

The Governor led us past a series of buildings before he finally entered one with a red and white cross that hung over the door.

He led us to a room and a dark-skinned doctor came out with an IV and a small portion of food for Frankie and two larger portions for Peter and I.

I sat Frankie on the hospital bed and watched carefully as the doctor plugged the IV into his arm. Frankie was completely knocked out and I knew that if he was awake, he would be throwing a tantrum.

The food that the doctor gave us was still warm and consisted of a home-made strawberry waffle with blueberries, a pile of whip cream and a tall glass of orange juice- the glass was frosty and there was even ice cubes floating around.

I scarfed down the food in record time and the whole while my eyes never left Frankie. We may have been the new people, but they were the ones who tried to shoot me.

"What is your name?" The Governor asked.

"Clyde, that's Peter and he is Frankie." I said, pointing towards Peter and Frankie who was still unconscious.

"What did you do before this?" he asked me.

"I was a mixed martial arts teacher, what's it to you?" I snapped at him, taking my eyes off of Frankie for the first time that hour.

"Just curious. I knew you looked like a good combat fighter. How long do you think you'll be staying?" he kept on asking me questions.

"As long as you'll have us." I replied.

"Is he your son?" The Governor asked.

After he asked that, I ignored him. Why the hell did he care? I had a child with me, that doesn't mean that he's my blood.

Frankie started to move around on the bed and the doctor came back in to adjust the IV that hung out of his right arm.

The Governor cleared his throat and I snapped my head to look at him. I hadn't answered his earlier question and I didn't plan on doing so.

"Would you like to stay here or would you like me to show you to your quarters?" he asked Peter and I.

"I'm staying. Peter, you should go get a room. You need a rest." I told both him and the Governor.

Peter nodded and followed him out of the room, throwing one last glance behind his shoulder at Frankie and me.

I waved at him and he looked back towards the front, ignoring me. I sighed and squeezed Frankie's hand to make sure that he felt safe.

I considered getting the room and a nice, hot shower, but decided against it. If Frankie woke up and I wasn't here then he would have fuss.

After awhile, the Governor came back into the room. He pulled a chair out and sat across from me. He folded his arms and placed his left foot on his right knee.

"You're a fighter. A good one at that." he commented.

"What difference does it make?" I asked him, taking Frankie's hand in mine again.

"We're going to war against the group at the prison." he told me.

I looked over at him. I remember a prison being not too far away from the neighborhood and I wondered who exactly was in the group.

"What is the leader's name?" I asked him.

"I'll tell you under one condition," he said holding up his index finger and placing it beneath my chin.

"What's that?" I whispered, looking into his single, uncovered eye.

"Fight," he breathed, "with us."

I nodded and he took his shot. He pressed his lips to mine and I gave in, needing some form of human contact with another person besides Peter and Frankie.

The Governor pulled back and played with the strands of my hair and looking my body up and down hungrily.

"His name is Rick."

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