﹙season three, episode sixteen﹚ welcome to the tombs
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MICHONNE RETURNED UNSCATHED AND unharmed.Thetrade hadn't been made.Daryl came back not long after. Without Merle. He looked pitiful, the way his shoulders would sag. The pain in his eyes. Merle hadn't made it.
Then, it was decided that they would protect the prison. The Governor wouldn't take them down without a fight, and Jules took pride in that. They'd back their bags, luring his men into a trap. They'd make it seem like they had ran away, and were far gone. But they weren't. They'd be right under their noses.
She sat, legs crossed as she packed the few items she had in a bag. Beth sat on the prison mattress, hands folded as she watched the other girl work.
She didn't want to risk spending another winter out on the road, but it was almost inevitable. The Governor wouldn't show mercy on any of their group. Just like Rick said, he wanted everyone dead. He wanted the prison. And he wouldn't stop until everyone was, in fact, dead.
Jules picked up a picture that she had tucked underneath the bed. It was of her when she was younger. The picture was ripped halfway down the middle, and the other side was of Rory and her mother. It was the only picture she took with her when she left to stay with Shane, since that was pretty much the only picture she had. Even though she couldn't physically see her sister or her mother, the sentiment was there.
"What's that?" Beth asked, gesturing to the picture in Jules's hand. Jules handed it to the girl without a second thought, going back to collecting her things. Beth cracked a smile as she traced her fingers over the photo. "You like staring at yourself, huh?"
Jules stopped for a moment, laughing softly. "At this point, yeah. Nothing better to stare at now, huh?"
Placing the photo back on the floor, Beth leaned back on the cushion. "I don't know, I'd say I look pretty good." To further her joke, she twirled her hair and batted her eyes.
Jules bit her lip to keep from laughing as she put the picture of her in the front pocket of her bag. The photo was the last thing she needed to put away. Stretching her arms, she proceeded to stand and move the bag onto her back.
"I wish it didn't have to be this way," Jules voiced her concerns, licking her lips. Beth stood as well.
"Me, too. This place was finally beginning to feel like home," Beth mumbled sadly, reaching a hand up to squeeze Jules's forearm.
They went down the stairs, grabbing all of Beth's things now. As they left the cells, Jules turned around, taking in the sight in case it'd be the last time she'd ever see it. "You okay?" Beth called from the exit. Jules turned away with a nod.
