The Governor stood over your bound body, a stoic look on his face as you began to wake up from unconsciousness. He had captured you during your group’s attack on Woodbury, and he wouldn’t release you until you told him where the location of your group was.

“Good morning, darlin’,” he whispered as your eyes fluttered open, “I know you’re still tired from your little nap, but we’ve got serious issues to discuss.”