(Four mysterious strangers have finally arrived at Fort Laramie, but one of them has a secret which might yet turn the tide in favor of General Negan and everyone else as well, although many of them will no doubt eventually die at the hands of those somewhat capable walkers, but perhaps that may just happen in part three though, because this time around payback's a goddamn motherfucking bitch, meaning the walkers are taking a serious ass whipping here!)

Philip Blake was actually the Governor of Wyoming Territory, having just been elected by President Grant after the former person in charge turned into something truly horrible, and he ended up slaughtering several innocent civilians before finally being shot through the fucking head, thus opening up the door for Philip to take over, although no one else even knew about it though, so to Major General Negan these four people looked like most other citizens out there, but after taking a closer look he was no doubt highly impressed for sure, because Philip and Yaozu were quite muscular and physically imposing too, but the same could also be said for Nari and Rebecca, for they towered over the vast majority of women, while possessing powerful figures of their own, so after shaking hands with the newcomers Negan took another long, hard look at Philip.

"Well now, something tells me you're not quite like everyone else here, so what exactly is going on with you?"

Philip quickly nodded before producing the proper paperwork, which shocked Negan because he was now standing in front of an actual Governor!

"Well I'll be a goddamn son of a bitch! I knew it, I just knew it! Alright then, welcome to Fort Laramie sir, and please make yourself at home here, and the same goes for those three friends of yours!"

Negan began walking away but was stopped in his tracks after Philip said something very interesting, regarding how to possibly stop that large herd of goddamn biters, so with his undivided attention sorely fixed on the Governor, he took a long, deep breath before speaking in a soft and slightly concerned tone.

"So you actually have nitroglycerin sir? Don't you know how fucking dangerous that shit is?"

Philip slowly nodded but quickly reassured the General that he had absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Yes General, it's very deadly to say the least, but I have them all tightly secured in two saddlebags, and they're now safely stashed away inside the room I picked for myself."

Philip and Negan stared intently at each other for more than a few seconds, but finally Negan smiled and was beginning to think that they both, along with many others might indeed make it through this motherfucking bullshit after all! However, there was no time to celebrate this potentially game changing revelation, because Colonel Simon ran up to inform General Negan about a certain, less than pleasant event which could possibly end up killing most of them before everything is said and done!

"So they're here Colonel? Well goddamn it then, let's get ready to send every single one of those fucking bastards to Hell where they truly belong!"

"Yes sir! Alright then, you heard the man, so let's move on out and take the fight to the enemy! Oh and Governor Blake, I speak for everyone here when I say thank you most kindly sir, because we just might need that explosive shit if push comes to shove!"

After General Negan then Colonel Simon finished speaking, Philip nodded as he and Rebecca, Nari and Yaozu started walking over to their rooms, before quickly gathering up their various weapons while at the same time, leaving the nitroglycerin behind because they only wanted to use it as a last resort, so with the sudden firing of eight Gatling guns and sixteen large, heavy cannons, there could be no doubt that seemingly countless walkers would very shortly be annihilated for good!

Arms and legs, along with heads and entire bodies were blown apart by cannon fire, while Gatling guns decimated hundreds upon hundreds of fast moving biters, but unlike the tragic and brutal events of Rosebud and Little Bighorn, this time around everyone knew to aim at the head and blow those fucking walkers brains out, and since those particular Gatling weapons were all spread out on top of the walls, thus providing even levels of firing, they could be moved with relative ease in order to face any threat which might present itself, but those heavy cannons were more or less locked in place, as they rained down destruction upon this vast herd, easily obliterating several hundred of them before they even realized what had happened, and soon enough five thousand pieces of undead shit were reduced to nothing more than annihilated remnants of small bones and putrid piles of gore! Rick's group were all firing their weapons as well, while either standing over the walls or kneeling down shooting, which provided greater accuracy but eventually, and out of sheer desperation more than anything else, those goddamn walkers began quickly piling on top of each other, trying to breach the twenty foot high walls of this huge fort, but over two thousand men and women were raining down a merciless line of fire, in addition to both cannons and Gatling guns decimating the once massive herd as well, and soon enough those ten thousand undead beings had been reduced to right around three thousand, before they finally gave up and started actually retreating, but suddenly General Negan asked the one question which either no one else had previously thought about before, or had simply not asked for obvious fearful reasons.

"What about all those white settlers? There's many thousands of them around here, and surely by now they've been turned into whatever the actual fuck those goddamn things are!"

Negan pointed to what remained of the retreating herd, but he along with many others knew that they were most definitely attracted to loud noises, which was exactly why another twelve thousand of them had already appeared on the opposite side of Fort Laramie, steadily making their way much closer which unfortunately, also gave the original herd an incentive to renew their previously doomed attack, as a combined force of fifteen thousand walkers charged from all four sides, and this might yet indeed force Negan to use that unstable and deadly weapon called dynamite, but Nari, Yaozu, the Governor and Rebecca Chambers had already climbed down the ladders and were even now on their way to retrieve their unpredictable, but very dangerous nitroglycerin from Philip Blake's well hidden saddlebags, along with bows and arrows to launch them from, because ammunition in general was now running low and no time could be wasted either, for surely the top of Fort Laramie would be breached and perhaps even the thick, well constructed wooden doors might yet break and give way under the intense pressure from thousands, upon thousands of those goddamn ravenous, undead fucking entities whose only goal was to emerge victorious after this intense battle at last ended!