The Dead World

Twenty One ~ Sniper

The next few days they started placing things up for defence like panels and some metal tables on the bridge for cover out there, they also kept a rifle with ammo just in case. Phoebe saw Rick talking to no one outside of the fence as she was placing down more tables but she just headed inside, allowing him to grieve was the only way for this to go. He needed to face it, no one can grieve for him.

Inside she found Glenn and Carl knelt down drawing a map of the prison on the floor with chalk "Right, you said you found Tyreese group here?"

"Yeah" Carl nodded the sheriffs hat sliding ever so slightly as Phoebe sat next to Oscar looking over the map.

"But we secured this" Glenn looked up at the young boy.

"He thought he came in here" Carl pointed to the administrive building.

"Means there's another breach" Glenn muttered looking at the map intently "Okay, the whole front of the prison is unsecure, if walkers just strolled in then it's going to be cake for a bunch of armed men"

"Why are we even so sure he's going to attack? Maybe you scared him off?" Beth asked as she stepped up next to Phoebe but Phoebe shook her head, men like that don't get scared they get angry for having their strength questioned.

"He had fish tanks full of heads, walkers and humans" Michonne walked in from outsidemhaving caught the conversation.

"Trophies" Phoebe explained "It helps them to relive the killings, sometimes it's a masturbatory aid, it enhances their memories allowing them to relive the killings almost perfectly and Michonne ruined those memories...He's not scared...His angry" 

"We should hit him now" Glenn focused on Michonne.

"What?" Beth questioned taking a step back in shook falling behind Phoebe.

"He won't be expecting it, we'll sneek back in and put a bullet in his head" Glenn sneered.

Phoebe chuckled but it was cold "All you'll acheive by doing that is making him a martyr" 

"What does that mean Aunt Phoebe?" Carl turned towards her still sat on the floor.

"A martyr is someone who is killed because of their religious or other beliefs and to make someone like that one is something i will not allow, you kill him in his sleep Glenn, all of his people will come of us in revenge" Phoobe answered her nephew before turning towards Glenn who hadn't taken his eyes off Michonne.

"We're not assassins anyway" Carol scoffed from her seat at the other table but Glenn stood up walking towards Michonne instead.

"You know where his apartment is, you and I can end this tonight" he tried to convince her and Phoebe scoffed, Glenn was just about getting back to his feet and no matter how much angry he held for the man Glenn wasn't an assassin "I'll do it myself" Glenn added making Phoebe roll her eyes.

Michonne gave him one single nod "He didn't know you were coming last time and look what happened" Hershel hopped forward "You were almost killed, Daryl was captured, Oscar was shoot, Phoebe recieved a concussion and you and Maggie were almost executed" 

Peoples heads shot to Phoebe while she glared at Hershel, she had a small concussion where her head hit the pavement when she fell with Oscar but she didn't want people knowing, it was practically gone anyway.

"You can't stop me" Glenn threatened roughly.

But Hershel kept talking "Rick would never allow this" 

"You really think he's in any position to make that decision?" Glenn sneered and Phoebe tilted her head to the side allowing her neck to crack relieving some of the tension there, Hershel had this under control.