Chapter 17 - Cells and Criminals (part two)

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"We're not alone." Rick says.

"What are we going to do?" I ask.

"I don't know yet. I'm going to call a meeting later." He says.

"Why not now?" Carl asks.

"Because Michonne and Tyreese went on a run. So, when they come back, we'll do the meeting." Rick walks away.

"We can't just leave!" I say to Carl. "Well we can't stay! There are people here! They set traps for us. They almost killed us." He says.

"Fine. You're right." He pulls me into a hug. "I just thought this place was safe. That maybe we can all live here. Not just survive here, but actually live here."

"I know. But, I don't think that's going to happen. This place is a threat. Someone could be killed and I'm not risking that."

We break the embrace when Rick calls everyone for the meeting.

"What are we going to do?" Maggie asks.

"We vote." Rick states. "All in favor of leaving, raise your hand."

Everyone raised their hand. Looks like we're leaving.

"Okay. We'll leave tomorrow." Rick states.

Everyone goes to their cells and gets their bags ready to leave for tomorrow. Where will we go? Who knows. All I can ask is for somewhere safe. I walk out of the prison to the guard tower to pack my bag.

"Hey." Glenn says. "Hi."

"You don't want to leave?" He asks me. "What are you talking about? I raised my hand."

"Yea but, I could see in your eyes that you want to stay."

"Well I thought that we can just be safe here."

"Brooke, there are people here. What if it's the guys that left you? Or the one that killed your friend? You don't want to run into them, right?"

"Yea. You're right." He is right. I don't want to see them ever again. Okay. Pack your stuff and come down here. I want you to sleep in the prison tonight now that we know other people are here."

I do as told. I pack my stuff and we both head down the guard tower. We walk back to the prison and I stop.

"Good morning, My name's Aaron. I know, stranger danger. But, I have good news for you."

Me and Glenn turn around faster than light. We both hold our guns up. We don't speak.

"I'd like to talk to the person in charge, Rick. Right?

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