Chương 21: Hello Governor, Bye Governor!
As a new day dawned on the prison we all got about to work while guard teams scaled the walls. Xander could be seen skulking along the walls on all fours like a predator. He's honestly a usual sight by now that the guards and civilians know him by sight. That they throw limbs of dead enemies or animals to our resident Stalker who always works his undead scrawny ass off in return. When I asked him one day if he liked the people here he managed to let out a raspy rotting voice.
"Food... Give.. Friends... Maul others"
Hearing him a bunch of people were surprised to hear an undead speak once more. However, because of that they treat him a bit more like another person which confuses him, they're potentially food to him. Scaling one of our walls and greeting the passing guards as Myriad is right on my heels. Looking out into the surrounding area I feel a small bit of pride at what we've built the place to being. Those who wanted to risk the wilds and fight were taught a structure by us in the military.
We didn't go easy on them either we beat them into the fucking dirt twenty-four seven. We threw into various situations and taught them how to truly trive in the face of death. Them earning a military rank is a way to help us judge how capable a person is in the field, and at keeping our people safe. Daryl he can easily be a fucking general class if he wanted, but he is fine with his spot. Merle may be fuckin dumb but he can lead with an iron fist, and truly keep things from going south.
Glenn he's a colonel he's great at leading, helping out, and keeping his team together. He has issues with getting really commanding larger groups but he has promise. Rick though he's going to be stuck as a master sergeant, he just isn't fit to go higher. While thinking about these things everyone with a radio received a signal from one team.
"This is Specter 1-4, spotted a group of heavily armed hostiles. Walker's on chains mixed into the group as a possible way to cause problems. Four military tanks, sixty modified cars, and eight horses spotted. Leader appears to be a white male, earlier thirties with an eye patch. Orders?"
Tapping my ear piece I look into the wooded surroundings.
"This is Chimera, all ghost patrols sound off directions of enemies."
"Specter 1-4, East."
"Ghost 1-1, West."
"Lich 4-6, South."
"Haunt 3-3, North."
"Distance?"
"Four miles." "Two miles." "Six miles." "One mile."
Were the respective call ins from each of our ghost patrols. Each patrol has ten people constantly rotating around us at random. They're the survivors most suited for stealth as they know how to not leave a trace. So they've been made into four special groups totaling forty people in all. Without much adieu or fanfare for what's to come up, everyone who willingly signed up to be fighters full time ascended the walls. Looking over their equipment they joked a bit as from inside the walls a helicopter is heard starting up.
As Welles got air born we saw the first wave appear, their friends soon also joining them. Looking at them all calmly we waited while the ghost patrols stayed hidden in the trees. The man they've talked about, the Governor approached us while on a horse. Looking like a smug mother fucker thinking he's won for some strange reason.
"Hello there I'm the Governor, and I have a request for you all that are doing so well. Give us everything even your people, or die like stubborn fools."
Looking at the man in all his smug bravado I asked him something.
"Hello Bitch, nice name but why would you name yourself Bitch?"
This floored him as he looked at my strangely as if he heard wrong. He tried calling himself Governor again but I interrupt with Bitch. He clearly looks displeased by this as I grin a bit at his look making him scowl. As he was about to say something, Welles fired a rocket from his helicopter and well bye bye Governor, he and his horse became chunky meat bits abd blood splatters.
The now leaderless group looks dumbfounded untill from the woods different codes, well violently killed them. After Hive 0 was a success, through the workshop app I made nine thousand more and set them free. They managed to get a few of the different walkers and lots of normal ones so chaos was ensuing around us. Those who ran towards us for safety we dropped them sack of potatoes with a bullet to the head. Can't trust them, so they got to die.
The ghost patrols were on the outskirts cleaning up dead and stragglers. Looking around at the destruction though I tap my radio earpiece a few times to alert everyone.
"This is Chimera, everyone begin packing up after this many may think to try again. So begin process of Nomadic drill protocol, we'll be heading for Washington DC. Its got most of America's military systems in place there like nukes. So we'll be taking it over and turning it into a bastion slowly."
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