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RICK WAS DRIPPING IN and out of sanity, leaving Glenn—who was in no position, mentally and physically, to be in charge of the prison group. However, he was Rick's new right hand man without Daryl. And, speaking of, he was the only other man who could walk on his two feet.
The group, excluding Rick who was outside, stood in a misshapen circle. Glenn held a piece of chalk, sitting on the floor and drawing on the concrete that was the floor of the prison. He made rectangles that connected to more rectangles.
"Right," Glenn started. "You said you found Tyreese's group here?"
Carl nodded, who was the only other one sitting on the floor right in front of Glenn's markings. "Yeah."
"We secured this," Glenn replied with confusion. The younger boy shook his head.
"He thought he came through here," Carl explained, pointing at a rectangle.
Glenn let out a long sigh. "Means there's another breach." Their lives really couldn't get any worse, Juliette thought as she toyed with the hem of her mud-caked shirt. "Okay. The whole front of the prison is unsecured. 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 said lightly. Everyone looked down, thinking it over.
"He had fish tanks full of heads," a new voice spoke up. Turning their heads, they looked up to see Michonne. "Walkers and humans. Trophies. He's coming."
"We should hit him now," Glenn replied not even a second later.
"What?" Jules's face scrunched up.
"He won't be expecting it. We'll sneak back in and put a bullet through his head."
"Glenn, it's too early to be making any decisions," Jules warned as he got up, only for him to ignore her.
"We're not assassins," Michonne denied. Glenn moved his way to Michonne and the boy.
"You know where his apartment is." He looked between the two. "You and I could end this tonight." He then looked at Michonne. She turned her head, breathing in and out deeply. "I'll do it myself." Michonne slowly nodded her head with a dim expression.
"He didn't know you were coming last time and look what happened. You were almost killed. Daryl was captured. And you and Maggie were almost executed," Hershel announced, holding himself up with his crutches.
