Buying My Way Through the Multiverse

Gray didn’t sleep right away. He stayed awake, keeping watch over the courtyard until the morning. When the sun finally rose, he got up and did a quick, quiet sweep of the outer perimeter to make sure the spy wasn’t back. Satisfied for now, he headed inside the main cell block.

The dining area was already alive with activity. Most of the group was up, eating breakfast and talking in low voices. Gray walked into the center and caught everyone’s attention. He didn’t sugarcoat it. He told them exactly what he had encountered the night before, the survivor hiding in the brush, the foot chase, and the motorcycle speeding away into the dark.

The room went dead silent. The reality of a living threat watching them cast a heavy shadow over the morning, but Gray didn’t let them panic. ”You guys don’t have to worry, by today afternoon, the new walls are going to be up, which should make it harder for people to spy on us.”

As the construction crew stood up to head out to the yard, Gray waved them off. ”Go ahead and start on the trenches. I’ll catch up with you soon.”

He stayed behind because he noticed Rick and Shane were sitting at the far end of the dining area, completely avoiding the group and staring blankly into their food. Gray walked down the row of tables and stopped right in front of them.

”What do you two plan on doing today?” Gray asked.

Both men kept completely quiet. They didn’t look up, and they didn’t answer.

Gray let out a sigh. ”Meet me outside. If you’re not out there in five minutes, I will drag you out myself.”

He turned around and walked out into the crisp morning air. Exactly four minutes later, the heavy iron doors creaked open. Rick and Shane slowly walked out into the quiet courtyard, away from the rest of the group, looking deeply uncomfortable.

The moment they cleared the doors, Gray didn’t say a word. He raised his hands and delivered a sharp, heavy smack straight to the back of both of their heads.

”What the hell, Gray?!” Rick snapped, stumbling forward and clutching his neck. Shane winced, rubbing his head, staring at the teenager in pure hate.

”Get over your issues and start helping,” Gray said. ”We have a scout on a motorcycle riding around our perimeter. The entire group is in immediate danger, and you two are over here sulking like little bitches.”

Rick lowered his hand, his jaw tight with shame. ”Gray, you don’t understand-”

”I understand fine,” Gray cut him off. ”What’s the issue? Speak up.”

Rick looked away, his voice hollow. ”I feel betrayed.”

Shane scoffed, stepping forward defensively, his face twisting with stubborn pride. ”I did what I had to do, Rick. I’m better suited to be with Lori than you ever were. I took care of her when you were gone!”

Gray reached out and smacked Shane across the back of the head a second time, much harder than the first. ”You stupid moron,” Gray barked, staring at Shane as if he were an idiot. ”You are causing all this chaos and breaking this group apart over a woman? Worse of all, over Lori? Are you insane?”

”That’s it!” Shane roared. Completely losing his temper, he lunged forward, throwing a heavy, desperate punch aimed straight at Gray’s face.

But with his new body and advanced CQC skills, Gray didn’t even have to blink. He easily stepped inside Shane’s guard, caught him by the shoulder, and violently swept his legs out from under him. Shane slammed back-first onto the hard concrete courtyard, the air rushing out of his lungs in a loud gasp before he could even register what happened. He lay there, completely stunned and pinned to the ground by Gray’s boot.

Shane stared up at him, his eyes wild with fury. He scrambled backward against the concrete, aggressively rubbing his bruised back before violently pushing himself back to his feet. He lashed out, screaming right into Gray’s face, his voice completely raw with desperation and shattered pride. ”And who the hell are you to lecture us? What, you think you’re the leader now just because you woke up with these bullshit powers and abilities?!”

Gray let out a heavy sigh, looking completely unbothered. ”I never planned on being a leader, Shane. But thanks to you two, I had to. Look at yourselves. You are supposed to be the de facto leaders of this group, but you’re too busy butting heads over a woman to notice the world is still burning outside. If the group sees you two falling apart over this, the whole community breaks. I’m not letting that happen.”

”You think you can just come in here and boss us around?! You think you’re a god because you can pull things out of thin air?! You don’t know shit about what we went through! You don’t know what it takes to protect these people! I gave up everything to keep them alive while Rick was rotting in a hospital bed!”

Gray didn’t even blink. He let Shane scream. He turned his head and looked straight into Rick’s eyes, entirely ignoring Shane’s tantrum. ”Rick, be honest with me. Before the world ended, were you and your wife actually happy? No issues at all?”

Rick froze. He opened his mouth to give a quick defense, but he hesitated. He remembered the arguments, the cold distance, and the fact that Lori had told him she didn’t know if she loved him anymore right before the outbreak. He couldn’t answer.

”Maybe the relationship with your wife is over,” Gray said, his voice softening just a fraction, but remaining firm. ”But you still have your son. You have Carl. Try for him, at least. He needs his father right now.”

Rick looked down at his boots, Gray’s words cutting through his fog of grief. He took a slow, heavy breath and nodded. Gray was right. He had to keep moving forward for his boy.

”Look around you,” Gray told both of them, gesturing toward the open yard.

Rick and Shane both looked through the chain-link fence. They could see the entire group, Glenn, Daryl, Merle, T-Dog, Otis, and the three inmates, working together as a team, sweating together to dig out the massive trenches to build a future. Nobody was fighting. Nobody was crying. They were just surviving.

”Grab your weapons and get up in the towers,” Gray commanded both of them, pointing toward the perimeter line. ”Everyone else is working their asses off to make this place safe. We can’t afford to let another person spy on our layout. Keep watch.”

Rick turned back toward the doors without a word, marching inside to retrieve his Colt Python and his rifle. Shane spit into the dirt, gave Gray one last bitter look, ”This ain’t over,” he said, and followed close behind Rick to grab his shotgun.

Gray watched them head back inside, letting out a loud, heavy sigh. He shook his head, ’Shane is turning out to be a bigger headache than Andrew and Tomas combined. If he keeps going down this path, I will be forced to either expel him from this place or put him down for good. I really wanna avoid that outcome. A sane, healthy-minded Shane would be an incredible asset to this place, but the current, paranoid version is only causing endless issues...’

Shaking off the frustration, Gray walked out, picked up his pickaxe, and started helping the crew with the trench.

A few minutes later, Rick and Shane stepped outside, completely geared up and ready to check on the perimeter. Rick marched straight toward the main concrete guard tower, climbing the steps to get a wide, elevated view of the sprawling countryside. Shane stayed low on the ground, holding his shotgun tightly against his shoulder as his sharp eyes aggressively scanned the dense, dark treeline for any sign of movement.

They finished digging the massive trench a bit before noon. Without wasting any time, Gray opened his system interface and began filling it up with gravel, layering it only one foot high at a time to ensure maximum density. He purchased a few more heavy-duty compactors from the shop so everyone on the crew could jump in and help. Two hours of synchronized pounding later, the gravel baseline was completely packed and done.

Gray finally stepped up to the edge of the line and began putting down the high external stone walls from Rust. He decided to have only one main gate for the time being, knowing that later down the line, when they had a larger population and were planning a real territory expansion, he could easily open up the stone walls and install more gates. It took Gray an hour of continuous placement, but the massive octagon was finally sealed in. The main entrance was locked tight with a heavy, reinforced Rust high external stone gate that opened smoothly outwards.

The entire group was incredibly excited. For the first time since the apocalypse started, they were truly safer than they had ever been before, protected by a towering, four-meter-high stone fortress.

After they all finished eating lunch in the yard, Hershel walked over and tapped Gray’s shoulder to grab his attention. ”Gray, I spoke to my family. We’ve made our decision. We want to join your group permanently.”

”That’s great news, Hershel,” Gray said, a genuine wave of excitement hitting him.

”We will need to head back to gather our belongings,” Hershel explained, nodding slowly. ”And we need to go pick up Jimmy, too.”

”Don’t worry about the transport,” Gray offered smoothly, an idea already forming in his mind. ”I’ll go down there myself. I can get a large forty-foot shipping container, load all your furniture and supplies right inside it, and then vanish the entire container. It will save us hours of loading trucks.”

Since it was still early in the afternoon, they decided to make the trip at that time. Before heading to his Humvee, Gray walked over to the new stone entrance and looked at T-Dog.

”T-Dog, you’re on gate duty,” Gray instructed firmly. ”Someone needs to man this gate at all times to let our people in or out. Keep your eyes peeled.”

”You got it,” T-Dog nodded, checking his rifle as he took his post by the heavy stone archway.

Elsewhere.

The heavy steel gates of Woodbury rattled open. A small convoy of vehicles rolled into the pristine, barricaded town square, led by a dusty pickup truck. The Governor sat in the passenger seat, his eyes scanning the quiet streets before his driver killed the engine. He and his men had just returned from a highly successful ”scavenging” expedition, bringing back crates of ammunition, medical supplies, and canned goods.

The Governor stepped out of the vehicle, smoothing down his vest as the locals began unloading the haul. Before he could head toward his quarters, a fidgety, nervous-looking man slipped out from the crowd and blocked his path.

The Governor stopped, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the man’s anxious posture. ”What’s wrong?”

The man glanced around the square, leaning in close so the surrounding guards wouldn’t overhear. ”Sir, I just got back from the scouting run you assigned me. It’s about the West Georgia Correctional Facility. The prison.”

The Governor raised an eyebrow, a cold spark of curiosity hitting his eyes. ”Go on.”

”A few days ago, a tiny group of people showed up and started cleaning it out,” the man whispered quickly. ”They spent a few days dragging out bodies, and then the rest of their people moved in yesterday. It’s fully occupied now.”

The Governor looked genuinely surprised. The last time his scouts had checked the prison, the courtyard and blocks were absolutely overrun by hundreds of biters. It was a deathtrap. ”Occupied? Last I checked, that place was a tomb. It would take a small army to clear those blocks. How many people did you see clearing it out?”

”Only five, sir,” the man said.

The Governor’s eyes flashed with a sudden, dangerous irritation. ”Five people cleared an entire prison?”

”Yes, sir. But the group that moved in later was much bigger. I counted at least twenty people total.”

A heavy, dark anger washed over the Governor’s face. He clenched his fists inside his pockets. He had been eyeing the prison as a potential secondary stronghold for months, waiting for the winter to rot the biters’ herds away. The fact that some random band of survivors had swooped in and stolen the best fortress in the region right out from under his nose made his blood boil.

Seeing the Governor’s expression darken, the man quickly tried to soften the blow. ”There’s a lot of women and a few children in the camp, sir. I only counted around fourteen men total. They aren’t a military force.”

The Governor took a slow, deep breath, forcing his calm, charismatic mask back into place. He patted the man on the shoulder. ”Fourteen men. Alright. You did a good job, son. Just keep watching the perimeter. Tell me if they start setting up guards.”

The man hesitated, swallowing hard as he looked down at his boots. ”About that, sir... I got caught last night.”

The Governor’s hand froze on the man’s shoulder. His voice dropped to a whisper. ”What do you mean, caught?”

”I was hiding in the brush near their front gate around midnight,” the spy admitted, his voice trembling slightly. ”One of them did a perimeter check and spotted me with a flashlight. I barely made it to my motorcycle and rode off before he could grab me.”

The Governor stared at him in a long, suffocating silence. Finally, he let out a quiet sigh and removed his hand. ”Lay low for a few days. Avoid going back to the prison entirely for the time being. If they spotted you, they’re going to be on high alert. We don’t want them getting skittish.”

”Yes, sir. Thank you,” the man said, looking incredibly relieved as he quickly retreated down the street.

The Governor turned on his heel and walked up to his town hall building. He pushed open the heavy wooden doors to his private office, stepping into the quiet, dimly lit room. He walked over to his desk, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and stared out the window toward the distant treeline.

A cold, sinister smile slowly spread across his face as he raised his glass in a mock toast toward the west. ”Fourteen men, women, and children,” the Governor muttered to himself, his chuckle echoing softly in the empty office. ”Well... thank you for clearing it up for me.”