No one ever even imagined starting such a big fight in the middle of the apocalypse, everyone was so focused on the zombies that they barely focused on one of the most unstable figures that will ever be in society, the humans.

And that was The Governor, or better, Philip Blake. Oh yeah, that man was an true monster.

Dusk was beginning to fall and the moon dominated the sky, cold air currents invading the cells until everyone was shivering, the flame of the small, makeshift bonfire reflecting its primary color against the gray wall.

"So that is, whe gonna hang and greet the Governor with rainbows, kittens and lollipops?" Daryl scoffed, throwing his leather jacket with wings drawn on it inside his cell blue eyes becoming an storm. "We cant just get ourselves mad at starting shooting." Carol said, pouring the hot soup and sitting on the cold floor, crossing her arms "Maybe we could move, find another place.." The softness was from Beth, who was braiding her hair. "No we can't. At least not with an Judith and with Hershel." Rick said as he passed his fingers through his hair. "We need to do something." Michonne reminded, giving an agreement nod from Carl. "She's right, we cant just sit and wait." The boy said, sitting on the stairs. "I already said, we should go after him." Merle barked, leaning against the wall. "And getting ourselves in hell? No thanks." Maggie said with an ironic smirk. "Maggie is right, Woodbury got much more numbers." Gleen said with an heavy sigh. "What if we tried to risk in the road? We did it once, we can do it twice." Hershel said, putting his crutches against the stair railing for an moment.