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GREY KINGSTON
a few minutes ago, i took notice of practically everyone apart of the council heading outside. i excuse myself from carl and judith and head to the door.
the second i walk outside of C block, rick notices me and stops mid-sentence.
he shakes his head, waving his hand, "grey, you ain't gotta hear this."
"why not?" i ask, walking to stand next to maggie. "am i not apart of the group?"
rick lets out a sigh, "it's not that, it's—"
"let her stay." hershel chimes in. "she can handle it."
rick's eyes dart back to mine, "fine."
"listen," daryl steps forward. "i'm not takin' my chances with another randall incident. we either drop him off ways away or we're killin' him tonight."
i question to myself what a "randall incident" is.
"think about how that went last time." maggie rolls her eyes.
"it only went wrong because of shane." daryl says. "we'll do it right this time."
"i think it's a whole lot more than that." rick says.
"how?" daryl snaps.
"the prison was enough for us after the farm, i don't know if it still is anymore."
"so what, we leave?" daryl asks.
"i didn't say that," rick shakes his head. "maybe we gotta secure the rest of the prison, maybe it's time. there's a big hole in the back of it, that's what's lettin' people through. it could be walkers next time."
"that could take months." michonne says.
"what if we did leave?" i ask, causing everyone's eyes to land on me. "headed north. there's more cities up that way, could be more people."
"you mean more walkers." sasha crosses her arms.
"there's walkers everywhere. think about it, we're out in the middle of no where. we could run out of supplies faster than we think. if we're closer to a city there's more ground to cover, more stores and buildings."
everyone's quiet as they listen to my suggestion.
"a more populated area before the fall could mean ... i don't know, maybe there's settlements or somethin'?"
"on the road again." rick sighs. "i don't know. that's a shot in the dark."
"isn't it a shot in the dark knowing there's a huge hole in the building we're sleepin' in? more psychos like wyatt could come through, or a herd like you said."
"she has a point." maggie agrees. "we made it on the road before, we could do it again."
"whatever we do, we ain't doin' it 'till that asshole is dead." daryl says, heading towards the prison.
"where ya goin'?" rick calls out.
"to make sure he's still alive so i can kill him!" daryl yells with his back turned to us.
"i'll go get glenn and carol." maggie tells rick before following daryl back inside.
"we'll sleep on all of it, all right?" hershel places his hand on rick's shoulder.
one by one, everyone heads back inside leaving just rick and i out on the pavement. i pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind picks up a bit. the sun has gone down and it's chillier out now than it was just a few hours ago.
i watch as sasha closes the door behind her, her body disappearing inside.
"you know," rick starts which makes me turn to look at him. "when all this started, the fall, outbreak, whatever you wanna call it, i was in a coma in the hospital."
i furrow my eyebrows as i'm hearing this for the first time.
"shane and i had gotten a call, two idiots speedin' down highway 18. we got 'em down once we got there, but there was a third asshole hidin'. he popped up outta no where and shot me twice."
"jesus." i mumble.
"first thing i did when i woke up was go looking for my family. this group took me in before they even knew who i was. then back at hershel's farm we ran into a bad group of people. this guy, couldn't have been too much older than you, his name was randall. we were in the same predicament with him that we are now with wyatt."
"did shit go badly with him?" i ask.
rick nods his head, "i wanna take people in and trust them, but you can never be too sure these days. you gotta be guarded. 'cause it might come down to it being you or them, and you gotta pick you."
the doors behind us bust open, grabbing our attention.
"dad!" carl yells.
rick and i run straight for him.
"that guy's goin' crazy! daryl needs your help!"
inside it's loud, everyone's yelling at the same time and i can't make any words out besides a few curse words. the three of us run to the cell wyatt is being held in.
"RICK!" glenn tosses him a gun.
carl and i stop short seeing what's going on. daryl's straining his entire weight onto wyatt, trying to hold him back from running.
i take notice of his wrists, he's no longer in the cuffs. his skin is bloody and torn apart, he must've pried his wrists through the cuffs to escape them.
"ASSHOLE STABBED ME IN THE ARM!" daryl yells, blood dripping from his bicep as the small knife is still sticking out of it.
wyatt's laughing with a psychotic look in his eyes, "none of you are gonna make it. you're all gonna be dead."
"what if he has more people? a group? what if they come looking for him?" sasha steps in the way of rick shooting him.
"nobody will miss him." rick says.
sasha moves out of the way with a distraught look on her face.
"you gonna kill me now?" wyatt smiles, blood dripping from his nose and into his mouth.
"you're pretty much dead already." rick growls and a second later, a bullet is sent directly into wyatt's chest.
the room falls silent again. no noise except wyatt's blood trickling down his body and onto the floor. daryl pulls the knife out of his own arm and uses it to stab wyatt in the head.
i cringe as i watch him do so.
"come on." carol leads daryl out of the cell to patch him up.
we're all frozen in place looking at wyatt lie dead on the cold, concrete floor.
"we're gonna stock up on supplies over the next few days. water, food, clothes, ammo, guns, all of it. when we have a decent amount, we're leaving." rick says, handing the gun back to glenn.
"leaving the prison?" carl asks as he stands beside me with his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans.
rick nods.
"where will we go?"
"we'll go north." maggie speaks up. "like grey said."
