EPISODE SIXTEEN "time for you to leave, asshole" SEASON 4 DAY 500
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stats : month & a half at prison, 6 weeks BETH GREENE
my dad and michonne left the premises of the prison early this morning to scavenge. the rest of us have started to gather up our belongings. rick says we'll be out of here in a few days—on the road again. i had hoped we would stay here for the rest of our lives, as cheesy as it sounds, i even wrote it in my diary one of the first nights we stayed here.
i guess nothing is permanent anymore though. not wishes, not places, and definitely not the people in our lives.
grey, carl, and i are all surrounding judith as we watch her play with red, plastic cups. the three of us are just as amused by her as she is by the cups. we decided to take a break about 5 minutes ago and since then we haven't been able to take our eyes off of her in fear of missing something.
"you like these, don't you?" i laugh as i hand judith another cup.
"i think they might be her new favorite toy." carl smiles. "i just wish mom could see it."
grey and i look at each other with sad eyes as carl's remain on judith.
"she can." i say. "your mom can always see you and judith."
i give carl a smile, and then the entire building starts to shake. the three of us spring to our feet as judith begins to cry.
specks of concrete and dust fall from the ceiling. it sounds as if an explosion erupted outside and i'm beginning to worry one actually did. carl is quick to grab his baby sister off the floor and place her safely in her crib.
the others quickly enter the corridor we're in.
"come on." daryl says, ushering all of us out the door.
i'm quick to find maggie as we follow rick, daryl, and tyreese outside.
"get back!" rick yells, and we all pile behind the concrete wall to peer out past the fences.
several cars are lined up with people standing still around them. there's a huge military tank smack dab in the middle of the lineup; a man is standing on top of it with his hands on his hips.
i squint my eyes to see through the holes in the metal gate—it's the governor, he's here.
"rick, come down here! we need to talk!" he yells.
i look over at rick who's beside me. his chest is heaving up and down.
"it's not up to me! there's a council now! they run this place."
"hershel on the council?" the governor asks and i feel my heart drop to my stomach. i step closer to maggie, grabbing her hand in mine as the governor motions to one of his people.
