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JULES COULDN'T HELP BUT scowl at the unruly man across the room, currently locked away from them on the other side of the cellblock. Her gaze was filled with hatred, and nobody could break her from it. She tucked herself away from him. As far as she could, at least. Arms laced together, resting uncomfortably at the base of her torso.
Despite the soreness of her muscles, each and every one of them making it evident they existed and were torn to shreds from the events a few minutes prior, Jules continued to stand tall. Why she was standing with her spine straight, she didn't know.
"We're not leaving," Rick finalized, his voice much smaller than it usually was.
"We can't stay here."
"What if there's another sniper? A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds," Maggie hissed, thinking back to where she was moments before, hiding behind a slab of wood.
"We can't even go outside," Beth added on.
"Not when the sun's out." Jules shrugged. Not that she had a reason to go outside. But that was insensitive for her to think, and to brush it off so casually. Axel, though pushing his limits around Beth and Jules, was becoming a member of their group, and he just lost his life.
"Rick says we're not running, we're not running," Glenn came to Rick's help, trying to put the argument to the end, only for it to spark more words.
"No, better to live like rats," Merle pushed himself into the debate, Jules hands tightening over the skin on her arms.
"You got a better idea?" Rick scoffed at the white-haired man.
"Yeah, we should've slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window, didn't we? I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now." Merle leant against the bars of the door lazily.
Daryl paced the catwalk that was above the cells where Jules's cell lay. "We ain't scared of that prick."
"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."
As much as it pained the thought to even cross her mind, Jules knew Merle was right. She'd never say it aloud, especially when he was the root of the problem.
