TWD-Vivian Grimes

I AIN'T A JUDAS

PRISON

Rick: We're not leaving.

Hershel: We can't stay here.

Everyone is gathered in the cell block

Maggie: What if there's another sniper?

Lyla: A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds

Beth: We can't even go outside

Grady: Not in the daylight

Brian: We're not running.

Beth wraps her arms around Vivian's waist leaning into her side, Vivian wraps her arm around her shoulder.

Merle: No, better to live like rats

Merle is on the other side of the cell door that's locked him out of the living area.

Ian: You got a better idea?

Merle: Yeah, we should have 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.

Daryl: We ain't scared of that prick

Daryl is walking down up on the upper level

Merle: Y'all should be. 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 number.

Vivian slides a cloth up her machete blade, eyes narrowed, glaring towards Merle.

Merle: And if he takes the high ground around this place, shit, he could just starve us out if he wanted to.

Lyla: Can we put his ass in the other block? I really don't want to hear his voice anymore.

Grady: Amen to that.

Brian: He's got a point.

Vivian turns towards Merle and points her finger at him in anger

Vivian: This is all your fucking fault. You started this.

Beth: What difference whose fault it is? What do we do?

Hershel: I said we should leave. Now Axel's dead. We can't just sit here

Rick and Ian looks at him saying nothing before they start making their way towards the door

Hershel: GET BACK HERE!!!

Rick and Ian stops in their tracks keeping their backs turned away while Hershel limps towards them.

Hershel: You're both slipping. We've all seen it. We understand why. But now is not the time. You once said this isn't a democracy. Now you have to own up to that

Ian slowly turns around facing him.

Hershel: I put my family's life in your hands. So get your heads clear and do something.

Ian slides open the door walking out holding a rifle in his hand. He peers though the wooden pallets towards where the walkers are snarling and rattling against the fence. He looks across the yard at the dozens of walkers littered around.

He turns seeing Vivian standing beside him

Ian: You shouldn't be out here.

Vivian: I'm the best shot we got.

Ian: Yes you are.

Vivian: You taught me. Better then Shane ever did.

Ian(smiles): Yes I did.