Haruchai
As you wish.
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
- Location
- United States (CST)
The Governor. What a sadistic and vicious fuck. Sometimes you had to be, to survive. Other times, well, you did it just because you liked it. Because you got off on it. The Governor was one of the latter. He didn't used to be that way. Circumstances might have made him what he was, but in the end it didn't matter.
Mike Tanner was one of those. He'd been a staunch supporter of the Governor in the beginning. He'd seen what the man was trying to do, the good it was doing for people to have a sense of community again. Being a former military man, Mike helped the Governor strategize certain things, and even participated in some of the activities. Yet when all was said and done Mike realized he'd been kept in the dark, kept out of the loop. Raids and the killing of civilian targets were missions he was not aware of, and when he found out he was sick to his stomach.
He took the first chance he could to defect, andit had taken quite some time to earn Rick's trust. He'd done it though, and his military experience proved invaluable. He often went out with Daryl on scouting details, riding his motorcycle side by side with the other man. They'd formed a close friendship and Mike could tell Daryl missed Merle. He sort of stepped into the role, the two becoming close.
Mike wasn't surprised when the Governor showed up at the fences, but the fact the man had Michone and Hershel made him cringe. Rick had gone to the fence to talk of course, but Mike knew it didn't matter. He knew the Governor's game and knew this would only end in blood. Lots of it. He wasn't at the fence, he was helping get as many people as he could out of the complex. But he heard the screams. Those two girls, Hershels's daughters. Maggie and Beth. He heard them first and knew what had happened.
That was when all hell broke loose.
It was chaos after that, and Mike did what he could to help. He saw the Governor go down under the blade of Michone, and yet the man had wreaked enough havoc. The prison was lost, overrun now by walkers and Rick and the other scattered. Mike wasn't even able to get to his bike, but he grabbed his BOB, his 'bug-out-bag', and made for the woods. The Governor's forces were once again scattered or dead, but so was Rick's group.
Mike kept to himself the first day or so, looking for any other survivors, and only finding a couple. He found Maggie and Glen, and the three of them stuck together after that, hoping to find any of the others. It wasn't easy, and Mike kept up their hopes as best he could. That was, he tried. The small nest of walkers caught them by surprise. They'd been complacent, let their guard down. The small camp they'd made was almost overrun, and Glen had been pulled down screaming. Mike knew he was doomed, couldn't let the man go out that way and then possibly come back. The heavy crossbow bolt took Glen in the temple and Mike granted him mercy.
Then it was just he and Maggie, on the run and looking for a place to hole up for the night.
Mike Tanner was one of those. He'd been a staunch supporter of the Governor in the beginning. He'd seen what the man was trying to do, the good it was doing for people to have a sense of community again. Being a former military man, Mike helped the Governor strategize certain things, and even participated in some of the activities. Yet when all was said and done Mike realized he'd been kept in the dark, kept out of the loop. Raids and the killing of civilian targets were missions he was not aware of, and when he found out he was sick to his stomach.
He took the first chance he could to defect, andit had taken quite some time to earn Rick's trust. He'd done it though, and his military experience proved invaluable. He often went out with Daryl on scouting details, riding his motorcycle side by side with the other man. They'd formed a close friendship and Mike could tell Daryl missed Merle. He sort of stepped into the role, the two becoming close.
Mike wasn't surprised when the Governor showed up at the fences, but the fact the man had Michone and Hershel made him cringe. Rick had gone to the fence to talk of course, but Mike knew it didn't matter. He knew the Governor's game and knew this would only end in blood. Lots of it. He wasn't at the fence, he was helping get as many people as he could out of the complex. But he heard the screams. Those two girls, Hershels's daughters. Maggie and Beth. He heard them first and knew what had happened.
That was when all hell broke loose.
It was chaos after that, and Mike did what he could to help. He saw the Governor go down under the blade of Michone, and yet the man had wreaked enough havoc. The prison was lost, overrun now by walkers and Rick and the other scattered. Mike wasn't even able to get to his bike, but he grabbed his BOB, his 'bug-out-bag', and made for the woods. The Governor's forces were once again scattered or dead, but so was Rick's group.
Mike kept to himself the first day or so, looking for any other survivors, and only finding a couple. He found Maggie and Glen, and the three of them stuck together after that, hoping to find any of the others. It wasn't easy, and Mike kept up their hopes as best he could. That was, he tried. The small nest of walkers caught them by surprise. They'd been complacent, let their guard down. The small camp they'd made was almost overrun, and Glen had been pulled down screaming. Mike knew he was doomed, couldn't let the man go out that way and then possibly come back. The heavy crossbow bolt took Glen in the temple and Mike granted him mercy.
Then it was just he and Maggie, on the run and looking for a place to hole up for the night.