𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡 | 𝐂. 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

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Blake watched as Glenn crouched near the floor and drew squares depicting rooms, mapping the prison based on the information gathered. He watched as the white chalk marked where he moved his hand, creating rushed and imperfect squares. "Now you said you found Tyreese's group here?" Glenn spoke up, looking ahead towards Carl who crouched across from him while pointing to a part of the map with the hand he used to draw, still clutching the chalk. His tone sounded as if he needed some sort of confirmation; Carl proceeded to confirm the information he had provided by pointing at a part of the map Glenn drew. "Yeah," he mumbled lowly before quickly getting cut off by Glenn. "We secured this." Glenn tried to make sense of the information Carl had given him, yet struggled to since it didn't make sense how Tyreese and his group managed to make their way inside. If there was a point of entry elsewhere in the prison, they needed to find it fast for their own safety. "He thought he came through here," Carl pointed out, moving his finger in a path-like motion.

"Means there's another breach," Glenn muttered. "Okay," he whispered before looking up at everybody else who surrounded them as he announced, "the whole front of the prison is unsecure. If walkers just strolled in, then it's gonna be cake for a group of armed men."

"Why are we, even so, sure he's going to attack? Maybe you scared him off." Beth spoke up, arms crossed against her chest as she leaned her back against the solid concrete wall behind her. Blake looked towards her, answering."Because he's power hungry, that's why." He took in everybody's attention now directed towards him after pausing for a moment and then continuing, "there's no way he's going to let us go scott-free after we invade his camp."

"He also has fish tanks full of heads," Michonne spoke up. His stomach felt uneasy over the grim bit of information of just some of the secrets the Governor kept from everybody. He didn't expect Michonne to mention something like this; he didn't even know she knew about such a thing let alone knew the Governor was mentally insane to that extent. "Walkers and humans; trophies," she continued. He caught Carl's gaze as he looked towards him, Blake just pursing his lips and breaking the contact, looking down at the floor with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "He's coming."

"We should hit him now," Glenn suggested, Beth quickly interjecting in disbelief over Glenn's idea. "What?"

"He won't be expecting it."

"We don't have the power, though," Blake pitched in, Glenn's head turning towards him and then everybody else. "We don't need the power. All we have to do is sneak back in and put a bullet in his head."

"We're not assassins," Carol stated, disgusted over the man's idea. "It's easier said than done anyway. He has guards and patrols," Blake added. Glenn got up, walking over to both Michonne and Blake. "You guys know where his apartment is. You both and I could end this tonight." Michonne exhaled deeply, looking down at Blake with a look of dissatisfaction laced on her face. The boy could hear the gentle taping of Hershel's crutches sound their way into the room as he neared the huddled group. "I'll do it myself," he offered, noticing Michonne's expression, hoping that would change her mind. Blake caught Glenn's gaze land on him as well. The woman looked back at Glenn, quiet. Squinting her eyes a little, she gave a menacing look on her face before nodding. Glenn looked over towards Blake, appearing to want his confirmation also. Taking in a shaky, deep breath, he slowly nodded also, a little unsure of the plan, but not against the idea of ending the Governor's life. He trusted Michonne, and if she wanted to go ahead with the plan, then it was a go. "Okay," Glenn whispered, turning back around, and then stopped when he heard Hershel speak up.