Final Thoughts (Walking Dead Fan Fic- Spoiler Alert-)

The Governor looked down at Merle as the bullet left the chamber of his gun.  Even with only one eye, Merle could see how much evil lurked inside that man's soul.  Pure unadulterated evil.  Merle tried to prepare himself for the final death blow to his head, but when he saw the Governor's aim lower to his chest, his eyes widened with the momentary shock of knowing the repercussions.  "I'm not going to die" the thought echoed in his mind as the bullet struck Merle's chest.  "At least not completely". 
Merle's body fell to the ground and gasped against the last breaths of life, as the Governor stood over him with a smirk of satisfaction on his face.  "No one would ever expect you to beg Merle" he half chuckled down at his once loyal soldier. "Not Merle.  You're the strong one."  Quickly the Governor kicks Merle's side as he clings to the last moments of human life. "Now that little brother of yours is a different story"  He leans over and whispers into Merle's ear to be sure he is heard.  "I'm going to make him beg for death"
Merle growls out as he tries to thrust his sword arm toward the man threatening his brother, but a white flash of light blinds him as his human life fades into darkness.  The world around him disappears and the sound of the Governor whistling as he walks away, is the last thing he can hold onto.
The darkness was cold and empty but Merle's thoughts somehow remained.  "I'm going to turn"  The thought kept running circles in his head. "When my body dies, I'm gonna be one of them freaks."   The realization that he'll soon turn into the exact thing he'd been fighting so hard against, was nothing compared to the anger knowing that the Governor had killed him purposely in a way to cause it.  "If I get my hand on him I'll.....I'll..." As if on cue, Merle felt an overwhelming wave of hunger rush through his dead body "I'll EAT him"
Without any command from Merle, he felt his body begin to move into a standing position and work its way toward the door.  "Now hold up" he thought to himself as his body pushed against the door til it opened.  "I didn't tell you to go no where"  When the door was fully opened, the scent hit him.  Blood.  Fresh human blood.  It was everywhere and his body wanted it.  "Oh god" his mental stomach turned at what he knew was coming.  Slowly his body trudged across to a body of a young boy.  "Please be dead.  Please be dead."  Merle repeated over and over as his body dropped down to his knees next to the boy.  He wasn't dead. 

The boys injuries were serious but the terror was still in his eyes as he saw Merle leaning over him.  "No!!!!!" the boy shouted "Dad!!!!  Help!!!!!!"
Merle watched as his own hand dug into the boys stomach and the attached blade ended his cries.  He tried to mentally stop his body from fulfilling the insane hunger, but Merle had no control.  His head lowered and without a moments hesitation or remorse, he began to devour the carnage before him.   "GOD DAM YOU GOVERNOR!!!" he screamed out in what was left of his mind.  "GOD DAM YOU TO HELL!!"  As hard as he tried to ignore it, he knew how much his body was enjoying the taste of it's meal.  Like a starved animal, his hands tore through the tender human flesh.  Skin broke way to muscle which gave way to organs and they all fulfilled the hunger, but for only a moment. 
As his teeth gnawed at a piece of chewy muscle, the scent of something else caught his new senses attention.  Another human.  Fresher.  Still alive. 

His body responds by looking up to see the human standing directly in front of him.  Letting go of the now dead flesh dangling from his teeth.  "Daryl?" his mind slowly registers who it is. "No!!  Not my brother"  As his body stands, Merle yells louder in his head.  "Shoot me!!!"  Daryl recognizes his brother immediately and is overcome with grief at what he sees. 

As Merle moves closer to him, Daryl takes a step back and Merle fears that his brother won't put up a fight. "Don't just stand there and cry like a little girl.  DAMMIT, kill me!!!  Grow a set of balls!!!"  Merle's lifeless body moves even closer and Daryl pushes him away.
Merle feels the hunger for human flesh increasing in his body as it moves toward his brother again.  "Dammit baby brother.  You promised.  We PROMISED"  Daryl shoves his brother away even harder as tears begin to fall from his eyes.  Merle has a brief moment of satisfaction at the open display of grief his brother can't seem to control.  "I knew that Michonne bitch was full of shit.  My brother is gonna mourn me."  As he moves in towards his brother once more, he can see some of the fight returning to his younger brothers eyes.  "That's it baby brother.  Kill me.  It's alright.  JUST DO IT" 

With a reaction based solely on instinct, Daryl's blade shoves into Merle as he shoves him down to the ground.  "That's it Baby brother.  It's all you now.  You have to do it."  Daryl hesitates another second as he prepares himself for what comes next.  His brother is gone and he knows what he has to do.  "Don't feel guilty.  I'd do to you if it was the other way."  Merle's thoughts grow foggy as the hunger in his body consumes what little bit of him is left "I love you Daryl...now man up and kill me" 

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As though he had heard his brothers thoughts, Daryl reaches up with his blade and plunges it down into his brothers skull. Not just once but over and over until he is sure the promise he had made to his brother was fulfilled.  When he pulls the blade out the last time, Daryl falls back onto the ground and cries.  "Goodbye Baby brother" a whispered thought blows out into the wind as Merle leaves the world, finally at peace.