Don't Get Dead | TWD | Volume 1

[51] Old Visitor

"We're not leaving," Rick said, loading his gun and hanging it over his shoulder.

His eyes met mine for a second and I shrugged. I had been barking up that tree all day yesterday, and I couldn't get anyone to see things his way. Nobody listens to me, and I made sure to keep my mouth shut as much as I can because the constant ignorance to my ideas was starting to get on my nerves.

"We can't stay here," Hershel argued.

I wondered how he was still able to argue that point, when leaving would be the worst thing for us right now. He had one leg, we had a baby that would cry most of the day, as Glenn said, and now I was sure I've cracked a rib because even standing here was becoming too much to deal with, though I never actually took any of the pills today. We didn't have enough here.

"What if there's another sniper?" Maggie asked. "A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds."

"We can't even go outside," Beth said.

"Not in the daylight," Carol said.

"Yeah, because they wouldn't have any snipers at night," I argued sarcastically.

It didn't matter what time of day we went outside, if they had someone out there we'd get shot, day or night. I wanted to point out that this point would also made it harder to leave the prison, but I would be here all day arguing why we had to stay here. I was sure that even if we left the Governor would hunt us down, at least here we had some form of defence from his army.

"If Rick says we're not running, we're not running," Glenn added, finally agreeing with the thing I spent hours trying to convince him of.

It actually made me physically angry that he was so willing to listen to Rick now, take orders from him when he assumed he was 'crazy'. I bit the inside of my cheek, and kept my eyes on the ground, not giving him the satisfaction of being happy that he finally saw things my way.

"No, better to live like rats," Merle called, leaning against the gate to the cafeteria to listen.

I turned around, ready to tell him to shut the fuck up, but Rick beat me to it, "You got a better idea?"

"Yeah, we should have slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day," Merle was saying. "But we lost that window, didn't we? I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now."

"If you're going to argue, at least make a good point," I snapped, rolling my eyes. "He has 30 soldiers, 75 people all together. And you're telling me he's only now decided to block the one, singular road out of the prison? If there's people there he had them there last night. It doesn't matter if or when we leave, there'll be a fight whether we leave or not, at least here we have the supplies and guns to defend it."

The guns was a slight over exaggeration, because we were running low on ammo. Rick never wanted to use the guns for that reason, and that's why we had to clear the prison without anything. He hoped there would be more in the armoury, but again, there was nothing there. Unless we found some other weapons and ammo, there was really nothing we could do.

But that didn't mean we couldn't get the prison ready for a fight. I had the bombs, which I had been thinking of ways to make them act more like mines, triggering when people get close to them. I just needed some time to actually work on these ideas, and right now time was my limiting factor.

"We ain't scared of that prick," Daryl added, walking towards him along the balcony. I had to stop myself from snapping at him for taking over.

"Y'all should be," Merle said. "That truck through the fence thing, that's just him ringing the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to."